Jean
This is the story of Jean
Oh she had a good dream
To think there is love in the word
And not war
Oh she always laughs
Oh she never cries
She has the live love of the whole world
In her eyes
And she asks me
Tell me where
Where I can find my place
Where can I find my sun?
Where can I find my love?
Where can I find my home?
So she leaves her town
Travels the world
Looking for the places
She can stay there ( where she can stay)
She is going to Syria
See how people fight
See the gun in their hands
See the hate in their eyes
And she asks me
Is this right
Who has started this fight
Who is fighting here?
Who has made a fault
Who can stop this mad war?
She is traveling to India
See children at work
See the mud on their faces
See the tears in their eyes
Going to refugee camps
Hearing their suffer text
Recognize their death
Living without hope
And she asks me
Why must children cry?
Why must people die?
Why is nowhere hope?
Why is there no sun?
She is going back to town
Entering her house
Shutting down all doors
Never was seen again
This was the story of Jean
Oh she had a good dream
Thought there is love in the world
Got the whole pain in her eyes
Lalalalala
Lalalala