All I want to do is fight.
I hold it back, of course,
but it hurts,
it's burning,
it's blazing,
it's eating me up!
This world!
I want to help it!
But these people,
these people living in it,
they tell me it won't work,
my ideas are not thought through,
not logical,
not practical,
not realistic.
And yes,
that may be true,
but they come from in my mind
and in my heart alike,
they're driven from insanity,
and bathed inside my soul.
And I believe
the world can be saved,
but we can't just do nothing.
The next generation,
of course they will fix it!
Our sons, our daughters,
leave it to them!
And they will hate us,
they will judge us,
for the burden we have left.
A bandage will not cover
the wound upon the Earth.
A needle will not dilute
the pain of so much hate.
Won't you listen?
Please, I'm screaming!
Hear me out!
Heal the world!
Come and find me,
and we'll figure out,
how to heal the Earth.
