Do not you see,
The way that you be,
Can not you feel,
Your heart is of steal,

Care not to be free,
Care not that I am me,
Way the sun goes down,
Just as me; without a sound,

"Hide", they say,
And yet I still must pay,
"Run", they yell,
And yet I still end in hell,

Way be the way to be free,
Where the clouds are as free as thee,
In so-called "heaven", where none are sad,
And nothing ever happens bad

Which takes the meaning away,
I think thats something you'd also say:
If you are never sad,
Can you also never be happy?

And yet here we sit,
Down on Earth that is our pit,
Still fighting over what we have,
When all we need is a way out.