Difference of my country and the rubbish that affects it

In the cities of our country

In the farms that grow rye

In the land that runs dry

In all of Sydney with rubbish and troubles, there is still no escape from everything to go,

The lands of Spain are clean and free, everything seems so clean,

With the smell and trees and the oxygen I can breathe,

My nostrils felt so pristine

In Germany with the sweeping lands, 

With no rubbish and no troubles at all

With the clean green grass that runs all up my form

And the smell of soap all around me

I just love this world indulging in my surroundings 

“UGH!” I'm starting to feel it inside my core, why does Australia look so poor

Barcelona with the best looking environment and the birds that fly free,

The smell of the shops and the smell of Barcelona     “Mmmm”

No wonder they have the best soccer team

But back in Sydney with all the lands that have dying kidneys, we still can't do a thing.

Back in Sydney, everything seemed so lame

The earth had swallowed my hopes and most things have still not changed.

I keep hoping…. I keep wanting…. I keep hoping….. 

But nothing will come right, I scream around with all my might but all I do is give the world a fright

But at last, my hopes touched the sky and the world is making a move

And in my words, there is nothing else I need to prove