Sky above my head
City under my feet
I'd say goodbye to the land
To soar high up
Obeying the upper air command

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my lucky star
to find me...

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In this metal jungle
With people running wildly
Busy with their own hunting
Hoping to survive another weekend
In this steel and concrete land

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reading this challenge

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in charge of life...
but life doesn't listen
to grown-ups either

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...But the beginning of a new end

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for the Land...
Really?!
What land?
Soon there will be no alive Land left.
What are we going to leave
to our descendants?
Where are they going
when the Land is dead?

-sonia-

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To switch the lights on and grab a fleecy blanket

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That you are important too?
Don't you know
That someone's
waiting for you?

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If cold winters don't scare me,
you either!

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