In the beginning, it was meant to be
That the earth would bring forth grass and herb yielding seed
Man to hunt for his family to feed
Somewhere down the way
Man's heart has grown cold and bitter, they say
For the sea turned blood and the land for war
You wonder if there's hope anymore
The happy smile no longer on the moon's face
It cries for the whole human race
Time is growing short, come on pitch in
Let's make it beautiful once again
It takes you and I, won't you try?
But they'll be the one to laugh and say
"I don't care! Let it pass away."
And it will... Someday