• And the water holes been poisoned,
    Where we come to relinquish our thirsts
    Has been the majority of our time spent
    Here in the jungle,
    And we take what we have for granted until
    A harsh twist of fate reveals what we’ve missed
    Our unkempt but never burned out
    Passion for what we hold close,
    The devastation done was only collateral damage to
    What we thought we loved,
    Being torn from us.