As I sit and start to speculate
About the meaning of our certain fate
I suddenly start to realise
It's all about the eyes with which we see the skies
Some will try to chase the high
Others check out and say goodbye
Others to themselves do lie
Some believe in a greater being
Some say seeing is believing
All that really matters truely
Is that you don't become unruly
You have to have faith in others
See eveyone else as your brothers
You shouldn't be forced by eternal damnation
Or by your own ego inflation
It's about having the aspiration
Of becoming one congregation
To fight this perpetual bastardisation
What we need is a corrective directive
To change our perspective
Become a collective thats learnt from retrospective
See the world as it has become
One which doesn't care for mum
Burnign fossils to keep us going
With little concern for what it's doing
There are many other choices out there
But too few are willing to spare or share
Won't see this will lead us to dispair
We have to start to care
But it's not all doom and gloom
I still see some flowers bloom
Ones that restore my hope
Keep me away from the rope
You have to hold onto these
Grab them and start to seize
Because if you let them be free
Then you will no loner see
You will loose faith in humanity
Then your fate will be sealed
Unless you work on becoming healed