I look out my window a flicker of light,

the animals are scuttering and so am I,

Our animals homes are burning and what are we doing,

Nothing that's your answer and what are we winning,

Mother nature is dying our trees are burning soon we'll be left with nothing so really what are we winning,

the land that we love is slowly dying the animals the trees the nature,

and where is the action it's all talk,

where are the people of this land that care enough to lend a hand