The Earth's Final Spin
Do you hear the wind calling your name
Can you hear the wolves howling for a direction
The woods are crying for the world is dyeing
Yet no-one seems to hear a peep
No-one can listen close enough
Our minds are all asleep
Take time to hear the whisper
To our earth whimper
We're bleeding it, no more feeding it
What had we turned to
Nobody feels the earth crumbling
That's the heart rumbling
We're draining it like we did to our own
What will we do when there's no place to call home
Like our blood greed drains it to the core
And now our calls for help can be heard never more.
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