If I Were a Countryside

If I were a country side, my grass would not be green
My trees would all be barren, my tears would build a stream
If I were a country side, my flowers would not grow
And not a bird would fly in my sky, and not a breeze would blow

I'd suffer in a million ways, my right to bloom denied
I'd be a lonely acre if I were a country side

My mountains all would crumble like my dreams that fell apart
And I would be a country side with a broken heart

I'd suffer in a million ways, my right to bloom denied
I'd be a lonely acre if I were a country side

My mountains all would crumble like my dreams that fell apart
And I would be a country side with a broken heart