Why do I want what I want?
Many say, think of the world, when you plant a life
Some say, why you think of an animal that is bound to leave.
Why do I want what I see?
Green, many say is the colour of happiness; they share one seed at a time.
Some say, the joy is gone when you are.
Why do I want what I hear?
The world thinks they are right. Some say, don’t listen to the devil.
From others I hear, a good soul, a good deed shoves away the evil.
Why do I want what I touch?
A flower blooms to show its beauty; wear it on the shoulder, their mind cries.
A life – leave it alone for you are the selfish mankind, I say.
Many say, think of the world, when you plant a life
Some say, why you think of an animal that is bound to leave.
Why do I want what I see?
Green, many say is the colour of happiness; they share one seed at a time.
Some say, the joy is gone when you are.
Why do I want what I hear?
The world thinks they are right. Some say, don’t listen to the devil.
From others I hear, a good soul, a good deed shoves away the evil.
Why do I want what I touch?
A flower blooms to show its beauty; wear it on the shoulder, their mind cries.
A life – leave it alone for you are the selfish mankind, I say.
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