The freedom around my father’s grave  Now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed  And all of my sorrows all my pleas  Now buried under machines’ roar - it is not a dream    May the laughter of children help us in the end    Turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant    That hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees  And the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East    Now I was 13 months at sea  And it feels like I’m coming home  This port is a well-known place to me  So I kneel down to touch the stone    And for a minute I thought I could understand  That all is one in all  Here in my Neverland  Then the wind takes it all    Under the sirens of the night  I hear an ancient melody  „Fly“ is a boy who sings for the world  And writing an anthem for too many gods    A biological weapon is the virus of hate  Destroys our hope  For freedom we lost the peace  And now it's just a little too late  The free choice for home for religion and faith  Is like I would lie so bizarre  That I’m not afraid    Something inside infecting our innocence  Before all our lies searching for their paradise    Under the sirens of the night I can hear it  I hear an ancient melody  Fly is a boy who sings for the world  And writing an anthem for too many gods    Out there in the fields  I see children play  In a magic light  On a rainy day    And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa  Dancing with a man  From another star  And he brings us hope  Says the little boy  Heal the universe  With a song of joy    I'm afraid of the very end  No one will flee from our Neverland    How can I reach other river coasts  Try to be water then you will learn to flow  Now I’m the king of all orchid dreams  Dreams make us different human beings    Who are you that I’m talking to  Can't you see that everything is in you    I see how the world is going down  You leave with a rainbow in my eyes  I see how the world is going down it's a sad but a beautiful goodbye    While Fly is a boy still sings for the world  Writing an anthem for too many gods    Last night I found... the hole in my dreams  I slipped outside and saw nothing’s like it seems  You better know this we are not alone and just cats-paw on a string  And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing