Glass, concrete walls. No green, at all.
Smog, smoke, and robbed dreams.
And from the calendar, all lost one more day.
Ash of red sunlight now falls to the ground,
Daylight is hardly seen
On the burnt urban landscape, shadows will play.
We want change, it is the wish of our hearts.
We want change, our eyes demand a fresh start.
In our laughter, and in our tear drops, and through pulsing veins –
We want change! We know we must change!