Look to the mountains
To the skies
To the trees

All the green around us
Well, It'a kinda hope
And, even it has been destroyed
By the hopeless human hearts

There's always a sort of green to keep believin' in

All the Blue, that can be sadness
Or, just the peculiar things of the nature, something rare
A part that refuse to go with the flow of tide to be the only one

But, where is the love?
It's nowhere to be found
Except, when you look yourself at the mirror
And realize what the word universe does it means

You know why?

It's because you have
A Hundread Different Ways to be Alone with Youself