My smile is stuck.

[RandomKoolzip]

I cannot go back to your Frownland
My spirit's made up of the ocean and the sky
and the sun and the moon and all my eye can see.

I cannot go back to your land of gloom
where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of the doom
I want my own land.

Take my hand and come with me
It is not too late for you, it is not too late for me
to find my homeland
where a man can stand by another man without an ego flying
With no man lying
And no one dying by an earthly hand.

Let the devils burn and the beggar learn
And the little girls who live in those old old worlds take my kind hand

My smile is stuck; I cannot go back to your Frownland
I cannot go back to your Frownland.