Tourist

Who Have I Become?
Who of you will lose when I have won?
I feel the richest when I’m poor, but why am I numb?
I must be tourist on a star between the moon and the sun

Who have we become?
How will I ever return to where I am from, when it is ruled by the gun?
Oh my people, the people of the Sun
We Are All One
We’re meant to be One