Cracks on the glasses, flaws in the masses,
billion people live but most of 'em just exist,
we feel lonely even there are so many,
wondering who is wrong, who is right,
we count the mistakes before the laughter, and problems before the joy,
Who is not empty, neither me nor we,
everything is front of us, so why we can't see,
if we don't flower now then when we will,
for how long we are...