PARAISO
Return to a land called paraiso
A place where a dying river ends
No birds dare fly over paraiso
No space allows them to endure
The smoke that screens the air
The grass that’s never there
And if I could see a single bird
What a joy
I try to write some words
And create a single song
To be heard by the rest
Of the world
I live in this land called paraiso
In a house made of cardboard floor and walls
I learned to be free in paraiso
Free to claim anything I see
Matching bags for the cold
And if empty cans were all I have
What a joy
I never fight to take someone else’s coins
And live with fear like the rest
Of the boys
Paraiso, help me make a stand
Paraiso, take me by the hand
Paraiso, make the world understand
And if I could see a single bird
What a joy
This tired and hungry land
Could expect some truth and hope and respect
From the rest
And if I could see a single bird
What a joy
This tired and hungry land
Could aspect some truth and hope and respect
From the rest of the WORLD