You will not listen, but it is so true,
it is a fact; the world is not all, about you.
Forgive me please, that I will not wait,
for you to change, to make a different fate.
Should you really fix, what is broken,
listen to the birds for they have spoken.
Of a world that is new, that is beautiful,
the animals, they watch, our damage is inexcusable.
Do you believe in a world that is different?
One without war, where nature, is not so insignificant,
that is what I wait for, not for you but the world.
When will our world be better again?