Sorry if this seems weird, and raw in a way, I assure you everything happens for a reason and everything turns out good.

  P.I

Motionless, sick and broken,

you wait for some kind of miracle.

Feel the warm blood seeping through the skin.

You call for the herd, the sheep.

Fixed upon a cold raw deal,

you sold your life for fame.

The devil haunts your dreams.

The nightmares never change.

Your so weak, you let go.

What was good for such a long time,

has led you through streets of hate.

Back home you crawl, crying.

The road burns, hot sun above.

Body so weak, the skin tears.

Mind full of power with one thought in mind.

Find the one that was yours.

            P.II

What has man done, it's terrible.

So much greed and corruption.

Was it worth it to be them?

The body crippled, keep crawling.

Arms and legs bleeding,

the blood stains the pavement.

The dirt is a muddy red,

the aftershocks rumble and scrape.

The body quivers with pain,

the home, so close, very far.

The ships hover above,

people are lifted and on board.

To crawl so far with no mercy.

arrive at the destination,

body shaking, mind racing.

You lift your head, open eyes.

What was once your home,

is now blue rolling oceans.

Mind screams in pain and defeat.

The heart stops and the body dies.

         P.III

Your body on the hot ground.

The buildings burn so bright,

you knew this wouldn't last.

  Your soul takes flight.

     Journey to a new realm,

     a different dimension you see.

     You meet ancients in an old time,

     you learn from their wisdom.

       The new sun had to rise,

     the children of cannabis had to rise.

     Send seed everywhere, new consciousness.

     The Earth lives and heals fast.

     Your real home was your planet,

     not a spot on it, don't you see.

     You could have crawled anywhere.

     Back home you start a new life.

   Everything you knew was gone,

   now it's back for you.

   Untouched and untamed,

   standing upright you don't crawl.