SCABBED OVER

wounds 

please fly away 

like balloons 

yeah 

please change the tune 

of

my moody sky 

yeah 

please make me feel 

really high 

on Earth 

yeah

please gimme 

a new birth 

and some new worth 

yeah 

on a turf 

that seems 

like a dream 

that screams 

I'M ALIVE 

or 

I'M WOKE 

so yeah 

please don't choke 

on the smoke

of 

hope