What’s with the addiction

What’s with the hate

Why are we prejudice

Why is it always "Fate"?

Is war necessary

Does peace still exist

Where is paradise

How come we’re stuck here in hell?

Is there a reason we are grounded

Are we weighed down by hate

How is it the grip of the world is so strong

Will you lift me up to fly?

Can I soar in the air

Will I be able to touch the clouds

Would the world shrink beneath me

Shall my worries dissipate?

If I release my grip on mortal worries

Would it oblige me with the same?

The world is behind me

I fly high with my brother.