Somewhere under the rainbow,
way up high,
bombs go off and all we think is
why oh why...
babies first steps turn to running.
running from the fires.
fires of hatred and anger.
no signs of old lullabies.
i just wish we could go back...
to when things werent changed.
when the only things we smoked were bike tires.
and we got black eyes from falling out of that big tree we climbed...
not fights.
when the only thing that caused pain was scraped knees or splinters.
i want worries to melt like lemondrops...
high above the chimney tops.
and i think of the hope.
hope i see when,
the blue birds fly to above all of this...
where peace endures.
brotherhood is abundant
and friendship and music is all we need.
and i think to myself...
why oh why cant i...
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