Our New Home
Staring out at an active land
Fake clouds cover the sky
The cement jungle we don’t know
Covers the green we used to roam
This is now our new home
Fake clouds cover the sky
The land is dying but they don’t care
Covers the green we used to roam
This is now our new home
The land is dying but they don’t care
We’ve flown this cement land that has no end
This is now our new home
Staring out at an active land
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