Awareness | 6/10/99
I feel the humming of the grass
I feel the huissing of the seas
Then breaking of glass~
I hear the sound of robberies.
I see the children in the park
See the giving of once-honored virginity
Why are some left in the dark
While others can always see?
Why are some in shackles
While others are free?
While bloody poachers cackle
And evil hearts laugh gleefully.Your tears are falling down like rain
as the sounds of war-torn men moan from the skies.
…To see nature's pain
you have to use your eyes.
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