birds in my tree

open the door

man

let all the good air come in

freshen the flowers

woman

for there are no more sins in

hand me my bag

frederick

stretch out your mind

feel good

utopia's at my doorstep

come

there is no more hatred

come live a better life

all is what you strive for

and now there are many birds in my tree

open your eyes to it

first pleas then why?"