The sun shines sweetly, blessing the field with rays

The one thing that’s sure, it will rise every day

The field below is scattered, chaos amongst ordinary light

Oh why does everyone have to get up and fight?

We all stand guarded under the vast blue sky

We wake up in the morning and go to sleep to a lullaby

So why do we wake

And carelessly throw words we make

I don’t want to stand out like a weed in wildflowers

A weed who thinks what it’s doing is right

But eventually discovers

It’s better just to not care and fight

To fight with another, punch out the feelings

A free for all fight, but none of us are healing

Perhaps eventually we will change

And be united as one, under the sunrays