All I want is one more chance
To live my life from scratch

I know that the time
Will ultimately come
When we “all” feel
The butterfly’s ordeal
When we “all” grieve
For a dying old tree
Let alone the men
Things will be different then
Happiness, rather than a goal
Will be the mood of every soul

Since we just can’t
See the plain truths
We, ourselves plant
Trees of bitter fruits

Since the astrologists
Are doing a ****** job
Poor epidemiologists
Have to work overtime

There’s been tear
There’s been fear
Now’s a new year
And I am still here

Freed greeds
Greet breeds

Your big plan goes bust
I joyfully watch you fall
All in all you’re just
Another ***** in the hall