Return to a land cal

A place where a d
ends.
No birds there fly o
No space allows
endure.
The smoke that sc
air,
The grass that's ne

And if i could see a

what a jo
I try to write some

I try to write some

create
A simple song to
By the rest of th

I live in this lan

paraiso,
In a house made o
floors and w
I learned to be free
Free to claim anyt
Matching rags for m
Plastic bags for

Plastic bags for

And if empty cans

have, what a
I never fight to tak
Else's coins and liv
Like the rest of t

Paraiso, help me ma
Paraiso, take me b
Paraiso, make th
understan
That if i could see a
what a jo
This tired and hu

what a jo
This tired and hu
could expe
Some truth and h
respect
From the rest of t

called paraiso,
a dying river
s.
y over paraiso,
ows them to
ure.
t screens the
,
s never there.

e a single bird,
a joy.
me words and

me words and
ate
to be heard
f the world.

land called
so,
e of cardboard
d walls.
ree in paraiso,
nything i see.
or my clothes,
or the cold.

or the cold.

ans were all i

at a joy.
take someone
d live with fear
of the boys.

make a stand.
e by the hand
e the world
stand
e a single bird,
a joy.
hungry land

a joy.
hungry land
xpect
nd hope and
ect
of the world.