It seems that we go further and more
Without seeing ourselves getting older and sore.
We forget how to breath, to love and enjoy
To transform our worries in a beautiful toy.
So tell me now, do you know who's to blame?
When we go round in circles anyway.
As I walk on the streets, i could draw them a smile
To stop all the grief, at least for a while.
You need actions, when you hear only words
To release our souls, and fly high like these birds.