Stones

There is a place where no one cares about the others' wealth Were kids don't grow and rivers flow beyond the cities' haze All that remained was just too fake we should be living there Where people shout, scream and dance until they are almost dead There is a place where no one cares about the others' wealth Where we can breathe slow and live far from the routine's hands Stop shouting out and give us more Tell me, are you confused? I'll tell you that It's all about finding that thing you've lost We might We might not change Our hearts will make The same mistakes We might We might not change Trying to fill up the emptiness All I liked was easier