text: Whys it never light on my lawn
  Why does it rain and never say good-day to the new-born
  On the big screen they showed us the sun
  But not as bright in life as the real one
  Its never quite the same as the real one
  I never learned why meteors were formed
  I only farmed in schools that were so warn and torn
  If anyone can cry then so can I
  I read books and draw life from the eye
  All my life is drawings from the eye
  Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men
  The roots were formed by twisted roots
  Your roots were twisted then
  I was re-born before all life could die
  The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly
  If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I