Our Wounded Earth

 Wounded Earth 

Can't tell if it is night or day 

The beautiful bright skies ran away 

Oxygen dying for useless things 

Just like you if we don't spread our wings 

What's the point of money's value? 

If the trees you're chopping will kill you 

The water no longer pristine 

The way we treat it is just obscene 

Imagine the world's next generation 

Them seeing their future in desperation 

What if they follow in our footsteps 

And go deeper into the depths  

How do we, how can we fix this mess? 

It's not rocket science, but so much less 

It's not that hard to pick up the pieces 

If we can fix a jigsaw, we can smooth out the creases 

So, let’s focus on what we can become 

And put right of what we have done.