While hearts break for beauty lost and scales of life tipped over
We recognize the present cost when we're at our most sober
But drunk on fumes are hands that bind and throw us off the edge
We cling to precipices kind enough to hold our pledge
Unnecessary, undesired, undone day by day
Every precious piece of nature those hands throw away
And though the earth beneath their feet is surely not exempt
It's our earth, too, and so we cling, steadfast in our attempt.