Progress moves to the rhythm of money
While the jungle falls to the ground
The rainfalls of yesterday fall slower everyday
Under the asphalt the earth is drowning all the way down

The birds circle the sky
But they’re so tired of flying
As they watch the trees fall and die

Lift her up from the silence
And shelter her from the storm
The fire is still burning
And she’s still hurting
plant the seed and let it rain
One more time

I am witness to the contempt
I hear her plea from her weakened sigh
The lung of the earth is fading away
Little by little it burns to its grave

I’m not here to preach
I just want you to know
The future is hard to find amidst the smoke