I heard there was a special place,
Where everything was green,
Covered in grass blanket,
Where animals were tall and lean.
The flowers there,
Used to bloom,
A lovely shade of blue,
The flowers there used to bloom,
A shining star upon their doom.
I heard there was a special place,
Squeezing in a snare,
Slowing becoming smaller,
The blue sky is now dark grey.
I heard there was a special place,
It’s blanket now a road,
The flowers now are buildings,
The whole place now a code,
I wish there was a special place.
SHANT ATMAN 