Return of Innocence

Those individuals who are driven by innocence, will always dream. They feel wasted in the humdrum of the city. Is it really difficult to see the world through their eyes? and let our narrowness vanish for once? but what have we done to retain it? The city is no place to daydream, we tell. But they do gaze at the small flowers in the pavement, and feel their loneliness The flowers are not lonely anymore Those people are the birds Always free, no one can barrier their independence. But they know one thing - Our civilization started with birdsong And end with song of the free