Days pass by days
One after another, always the same
These four walls never change
Like watching dry, the paint
Sometimes I wish I had a set of wings
So I could just fly away
The way my imagination did
When riding on those childhood swings
These days will pass by
The sun will rise, set, and rise again
The moon will light the night
The crickets will continue their love song
People will return to their complacent ways
Thinking only of themselves, as always
The world around us will continue to lose
If we don't break out of our complacent ways