• When will the sky be in reach?
    And everything won't be so hopeless?
    When will we not have to search for happiness?
    And everyone will care and love?

    When will all the stars never fall?
    And all the hearts be mended?
    When will we live without a mask?
    And this hole be filled?

    When will the air become clean?
    And all love will be true?
    When will all the smiles that are worn be real?
    And all the forgotten will become found?

    And now I ask you,
    The ones of now.
    Are you still searching?
    and will these questions become answered?