I write this to you.

I write this to you,

You must see what has been done,

To city streets, to marketing beasts,

the world has begun to collaspe little child.

Save us, help us,

Run to the mythical land above us,

tell them we must try,

tell them we must all fly,

Little child, you're our last hope.

Look above, look below,

the ground has become so cold,

the air thick and hot,

its beginning to make us fall apart.

Adults screaming, adults crying,

we see what we have created, what we have done..

We plea to you new generation to fix what we have caused,

to make a better place, not jus for me,

Not jus for you,

But for the world to see, we can be a wonderous species left in a sea of misery.

Little boy, little girl,

Sing high, sing so we can be alive,

Today is the day, we will all begin to fade.

Either to good, either to bad,

you chosen what would be done, what should be rebirthed.

Innocent, kind, generous you are.

What happened to us when we once were young..