Trapped inside my head

I am better off dead

This blank white room

Everything’s leaving all too soon

I want to reach out to the color of life

Yet the doors are shut and I’m inside

The shades have been pulled down

But the room is filled with light

I put my ears against the ground

And I can hear nothing but life

This is when that voice started screaming

“It’s time to get out of here and stop dreaming”

So I followed this voice out the window

And it led me to a place I can call home

Where I lived and rejoiced with others

This planet and its people I call brothers

We can fill our oceans with love

Or just keep dreaming of above

But we always reach for the top

The clouds is where we’ll stop

So we can look down on all the paint

Flowing through the Earth yet never stained

And we’ll take the brush

For a final stroke of love

To show how we’ve grown

And that the Earth is our throne