Our land is dying
in the hands of their
children,
without love, without conscience,
man beats the
ground where he lays
And I do not breathe the air that
gave me life, I do not feel
soft rain on my skin and all
that I had touched,
now is scarred
Its heart
shakes
Its blood is lava
There is no flat land, or
monsters that leave
a sailor dying, only creatures unable
to care
for our future, carelessly traded, born to destroy
And I do not breathe the air that gave me life, I do
not feel
soft rain on my skin and all that I had
touched,
now is scarred
from the corrosive touch of
acid
rain the human race created
If you die our time is
erased
your voice is the sound of the woods
your breath
is life, I will fly
and can't find the ground
your eyes
turn to the sunrise
and I'm lost in the depths of your
being
If you die our time is erased
your voice is the
sound of the woods
Our land is dying
in the hands of
their children,
without love, without conscience,
man
beats the ground where he lays
And I do not breathe the
air that gave me life, I do not feel
soft rain on my skin
and all that I had touched,
now is scarred
And all that
I had touched
now is scarred
