Lookin’ down from the peek of this crazy world:
\nI can see how poor people trying to live,
\nBabies and children crying after some food,
\nSoldiers praying for a luckier tomorrow.
\nI can see the borders of the countries,
\nI can hear the different languages,
\nbut I don’t understand the problem about colours,
\nand I ain’t see the limit of human madness.<\/p>\n
There’s something wrong with this old green planet,
\nThere’s something wrong with everyone on it.
\nThere’s something bad,
\nThere’s something missing.<\/p>\n
I’m coming down from the mountain,
\nthe problems seems bigger and bigger.
\nA human is fighting with another.
\nThey’re destroying all god’s creation’s home.
\nI can see the rockets in the silos,
\nI can hear the people’s cry.
\nBut I don’t know why we have to die.
\nAnd ain’t feel we could ever change.<\/p>\n
There’s something wrong with this old green planet,
\nThere’s something wrong with everyone on it.
\nThere’s something bad,
\nThere’s something missing.<\/p>\n
I’m on the ground, and I’m face to face.
\nBut I became coward, I became weak.
\nI had thoughts where they’ve gone -I don’t know-,
\nI’m just a human, I step back in the row.
\nI can see the helmet on my head,
\nI can hear the orders of the captain.
\nBut I don’t know where we go to war,
\nI guess we’re never coming home.<\/p>\n
There’s something wrong with this old green planet,
\nThere’s something wrong with everyone on it.
\nThere’s something bad,
\nThere’s something missing.<\/p>\n
I am buried down into the sand,
\nI’m alone with a thousand other man.
\nWaiting for the death comes for me,
\nNow I hope it will comforts me.
\nI can see nothing but the dark,
\nI can hear a gunshut nearby,
\nBut I don’t know why I’m in a grave,
\nI want to live, I’m just seventeen.<\/p>\n
There was something wrong with that old green planet,
\nThere was something wrong with everyone on that.
\nThere was something bad,
\nThere was something missing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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