There was a time
When doors stayed unlocked
But this age isn't as kind.
The once green fields of vast horizons
Now only wastelands of mechanical pollution
How could they have called this improvement?
Where there was once the gentleness of sand
There is only the coldness of cement
I walk, in sadness and lament.
I once sat on the branches of the oak tree
Admiring the clear sky, enjoying the clear air
Now, only thing left common is me.
We move in an age so fast
The old, the weak, the disabled are left behind
Kindness, a monument of the distant past.
So here is the modern soul
Crying out to preserve our Earth bestowed
Crying out to preserve our heart, once gold.
