You cut the branch we stand on
Your ignorance begets death
We fall in your betrayal
Upon the bloodied heath
The air we breathe is poisoned
Your greed condemns us all
A dollar sign upon the woods
How long till the trees fall?
A barren stone you leave for us
Destruction to you and me
I want off your grisly boat
Let the Goddess set me free
You kill yourselves for power
And build yourselves a tower
To protect you from the flowers
Whose blossoms of change you fear
The cold wind blows so softly
Touches your palsied skin
Tears apart your thin facade
Stirs fears deep within
Oh fear the stark reality
where evil fears to tread
and let us dance the rhythm of hope
Before our world is dead
© Paganii 2000
