Deep in the bottom, below the surface.
Where the anatomy and all its parts has hidden its face
Somewhere, maybe in the grave
Don’t be dismayed, this is just a phase
Discover, uncover the veils that hides the face
This is a new age, let the people know
Let the offspring grow
Let their futility start to germinate
Before their youth terminates
Spare us all the heartaches
Maybe the grass is greener there
Maybe the pain is less to bear
Maybe songs is all we’ll hear
But maybe that’s where the people with the broadest smiles are.
Maybe there the residents will care
They’re known to share.
Yet they hardly have enough to spare.
Maybe their grass just looks greener
Because they water it.
Maybe your grass too looks greener
From their side.