The plants have turned to grey,
the animals now wither away,
dare do I not no dare not I stay,
all I want is to run away.
To a place where the grass is still green,
where all the people are what they seem,
where the world works as a team,
and it's not a crime to have a dream.
Where the sicknesses aren't in our heads,
and the entire world is fed,
where every child has a bed,
and no-one remembers sorrow or dread.