We took our mountians majasties
And striped her of her trees,
We built our highways on her back
still she never cracked
Now the trees are aflamed
and man is all to blame
The desert is growing cold
And no longer is man so bold
The four winds have met
and are putting men in dept
The earth is begging to quake
and man is beginning to shake
The fruits are going fast
And in the future man won't last
The bear won't care, cause he still be there
To ground the rabit in the clover
who can since life is over
And the creaters with wings
Will take to the sky
For they won't worry
For they won't have to die
And where will we be, yes you
And me, for what have we done
For what!! have we done?