Bully

In a land where pigeons walk and pigs can fly,
There's a girl who isn't wild,
Rosy lips, pale white skin, and silver hair,
Her selfless treasures always shared,
All the smiles, there's no white lies.

River runs red, and the trees like razor blades,
The land is filled with a magic, you see,
But tear her down and you'll find misery,
She smiles and always laughs,
Nobody's been to her forest,
Where darkness dwells.

The smiling faces turn to frowns,
The walking pigeons learn to fly,
Pigs forget the happy feeling of being free,
And meet the ground disparagingly,
The river rushes violently down the stream,
The trees filled with red rain,
The life is gone, so is she.