• As I look at the skies I smile.
    But as the factory set there dials.
    I see smoke enter the windy skies.
    And when I seee people in a plane that flies.
    I see that the tree dies.
    I watch in horror as my world is torn apart
    They say god made this world for us instead of the angles
    and we ripped it from surface to heart.
    Do we deserve this earth?