Mother nature sits
She plays with a blade
Wondering, pondering
Watching her wrists
Depression looming
Clouding her judgement
Why I ask you
Why I cry
You look back blankly
You do not know
Ill tell you the answer
Ill tell you why
Our world its in chaos
We're killing her spirit
War
Terrorism
Hatred and
Racism
That is the answer
That's the reason why
She watches in anguish
As we draw out our guns
She sheds salt tears
As we hurl our big bombs
That is the answer
That's the reason why.
That's why she sits
That's why she plays
The blade it is moving
Pondering her wrist.