I've seen in pictures,
Heard from people,
Envisioned it in my mind.
Places like that.
My country is great
But do I want to be there?

People of different races,
Who live together.
Not in harmony but satisfying peace.
We are of the same race.
But we don't have peace.
And harmony?
We can't even dreams of it.

There are poor people,
They are satisfied with what they have
They strive to have more,
But they'd rather not have it
Than to hurt others to have it.
Is that the same here?

"The government is corrupt."
"The government squanders money."
"The government is this."
"The government is that."
They all complain.

But how can they not?
When that's how they were brought up.
Every citizen of this country has one goal.
Money.
If you're poor then you don't have a life.
Your family forsakes you.
Your friends ignore you.
Your spouse cheats on you.
The world forgets you.

These government are a representative of the way we were brought up.
To love money.
To cherish it.
To kill for it.

And yet they're blamed.
They shouldn't.
It all started from the family.
And it should end with it.

If I was born in those places,
Those places with cold atmosphere
But warm people
Or are they cold?
I just don't care!
Maybe if I was born there,
Maybe I'll be better than this.

Will it be different?
The way I think?
The way I talk?
Eat?
Reason?
Feel?
Relate?
I guess I'll never know.
Unless I be reborn.

The people from places like that,
Not seen much of them.
But they look at peace,
Vibrant skin.
Pretty faces.
Confident looks.
Is it too much to ask?
To change my life forever and just go there?
I might come back
I might not.
I just don't know.
All I know is,
I want it too.