Earth

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