Paradise
Too much concrete
Too much glass
Too much steel
Holding too many people
There's no space to be alone
No place for me to be me
Awake or asleep
All I can do is dream
Praying for a moment
When I can do the impossible
Finding a place man has never been
With grasses, trees and mosses
The veil of a fog blown by a gentle breeze
Making the distance fade into mystery
Broken only by the immortal songs
Sung by a million birds
I will dream of a moment or a forever
When I can stand alone in paradise
And my songs will also flow with the breeze
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