Postcard from Paradise.

Send me a postcard from paradise,
When you get there today.
You're far away from this rotten world,
It seems to have lost its way.

I know where you've gone,
They grow tulips in the sky.
They wear white wings with halos,
They have no reasons to cry.

Here the land is burnt and scarred,
From the fists of man and his iron bars.
The water has turned a holy red,
From fighting peace and endless wars.

We plant roses in the rain,
And hope that they grow.
But we'll cut them for the thorns,
As if we don't know.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

I know where you are,
There's rainbows everyday.
A cure for every wound,
And no pain in what you say.

Here a child cries,
For black gold we all weep.
In the face of our maker,
Our silence we will keep.

Every now and then,
Someone tries to fight.
But one man cannot stand,
Against all the world's might.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

Give me some hope,
Even if they be empty words.
I'll dream that I may join you,
In your perfect little world.