Under a tree I watch the world bleeding
a world where happiness has lost its meaning
strange to be watching this from so far away
strange to be thinking this on such a happy day

Under a tree I watch people craving for more
they care not for freedoms that others have died for
they sadly got used to what they have always had
given by their ancestors who shed their own blood

Under a tree I watch the world splitting in half
on one side people laughing and on the other sad
I think whether the law of jungle really exists or not
“everyone for himself” is not what we are being taught

Under a tree I watch a coming storm
the tree leans on me and is about to fall
I wonder if I should find this a bit strange
the jungle remains the same it will never change

Sweet Floyd

31.01.2009