My life in darkness
it's almost like clockwork...

I can hear the birds sing
see the trees moving...

The sky is burning
trees are holding strong...

I returned home to motherland
where I first learned how to walk...

Springs blossoms sadly
little Angels have reached the sky...

The night is dark, the air still
I almost forgot how to breathe...

My dress is made of long slender leaves
I am wearing it with pride...

Hundreds are missing
thousands have lost their home...

Why do people lie?
The truth is a foreign word...

Seasons come seasons go
trees are continuously turning gold...

We are living in a world with confusing minds
cultural wars are on the rise...

I'm heading home
only a few more miles to go...