Come see the world with me, for I see many of them
Hear their voice with me, for the languages are dozens
Watch the stupidity that speckles our perfect sands
Understand the lovers, as two turns one, by hands
Come gaze up to the skies with me, to know the lonesome clouds
Let us mock the living dead, as the followers stand dully around
Our four eyes see the worlds from one
As connected we gaze up to the sun