Paraiso

Ooh, ooh

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 simple song to be heard
By the rest (by the rest) of the world

I live in this land called paraiso
In a house made of cardboard floors and walls
I learned to be free in paraiso
Free to claim anything I see
Matching rags for my clothes
Plastic bags for the cold

And if empty cans were all I have what a joy
I never tried 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

That 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 of the world

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 simple song to be heard
By the rest of the world

Paraiso, help me make a stand
Paraiso, take me by the hand
Paraiso, make the world understand

That 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

That if I could see a single bird (like a single word)
What a joy, this tired and hungry land
Could expect some truth and hope and respect
From the rest of the world (ooh)

Of the world



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Cayabyab
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