As a Teardrop Falls

He stood atop a mountain overlooking the city Longing for days long past Chemical smoke filling the air as a hawk flew over Knowing soon he'd breathe his last He remembered his grandfather and the stories he told With arms reaching out to his forefathers he calls They have taken our land but will not take our pride He glances down at the city as a teardrop falls Once they walked this land hunting and fishing A communion with nature taking only what they need Now there is smoke and pollution all around Destruction from progress and white man's greed Destroying their culture with neither conscience nor regret Between nature and man they built giant walls They could have learned from his people a love for the land And he thinks of his children as a teardrop falls He looks to the skies for guidance from above With anguish, his grandfather's words he recalls He prays for his children and their children too With arms raised to heaven as a teardrop falls.