When life stings at it's hardest
When trees are ripped apart to build "homes"
When my skin is tattooed by pearls and alleys
When my skin is tattooed by pearls and alleys
and there's only one fourth yet to be marked upon
I wish upon rainbows and stars
I wish upon fluffy clouds to be my car
to show me a better world
a world where I don't have to decide to smile
but nature's smile is reflected upon my face
I wish to be Eve and change the path that humanity took
Even though I wish for all this...
I don't have to wish anything with you
for you're always the same
thank you, papa.
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