To the fields
we all belong
and to the open sky.

It's the wind in the trees
that sings our song
and the rushing rivers that make us cry

It's the earth that gives us life
and all we do is try to tear it down
with all our work and toil and strife.

while to ourselves we lie.
the greed and lust inside us is strong and lost within our eyes.

Yet theres still time
to rescue ourselves
and keep our souls from wrong.

It's not too late
to save the beauty of our world
not too late until we die.

Copyright 2002 Pierre Ortega