Looking through the eyes of a Koala

Us koalas never get a break

There’s always a fire that overtakes

Burning flames surging through treetops

Leaving us with sorrow

One after the other they follow

The mysterious figures won’t let me be

The ones I love are no longer free

Trapped in a foreign place

It feels as though it's a race

Who can make it out without blood, sweat or tears

But that won’t remove our lifelong fear

At one point we won’t be able to walk away

We’ll have no choice but to stay

Slowly becoming more sick

Not a single branch, not a single stick

There will be nothing else

But the sound of our yells.