inspired

i'm writing down my dreams, all i'd like to see, starting with the bees, or else they're gonna die, there won't be no trees, or air for us to breathe, i'll start feeling mad, but then i feel inspired, thinking about the days, coming home with dirty feet, from playing with my dad, all day in the creek, he somehow has a way, of knowing what to say, so when i'm feeling sad, he makes me feel inspired, we are meant for more, you're the handle on the door, that opens up to change, i know that sounds so strange, to think we are meant for more, you're the handle on the door, that opens up to change, i know that sounds so strange, 'cause you've always felt so small, but no, you aren't at all, and i hope you feel inspired, oh, i hope you feel inspired, and how can we escape, all the fear and all the hate?, is anyone watching us down here?, death is life, it's not a curse, reminds us of time and what it's worth, to make the most of it while we're here, we are meant for more, you're the handle on the door, that opens up to change, i know it sounds so strange, to think we are meant for more, there's a lock upon the door, but we hold the key to change, but how can we escape, all the fear and all the hate?, is anyone watching us down here?