I'm writing down my dreams. All I'd like to see. Starting with the bees or else they're gonna die. There won't be no trees or air for us to breathe. I'll start feeling mad. But then I feel inspired. Thinking about the days. Coming home with dirty feet. Or playing with my dad all day in the creek. He somehow has a way of knowing what to say. So when I'm feeling sad. He makes me feel inspired. We are meant for more. Get the handle on the door that opens up to change. I know that sounds so strange to think. We are meant for more. Get the handle on the door that opens up to change. I know that sounds so strange. Cuz you've always felt so small. But know you aren't at all. And I hope you feel inspired. Oh I hope you feel inspired. How can we escape all the fear all the hate?. Is anyone watching us down here?. Death is life it's not curse. Reminds us of time and what it's worth. To make the most out of it while we are here. We are meant for more. Get the handle on the door that opens up to change. I know it sounds so strange. Cuz you've always felt so small to think. We are meant for more. There's a lock upon the door. But we hold the key to change. How can we escape all the fear all the hate?. Is anyone watching us down here?