What is the path to the future I seek?
Why is the future of the planet so bleak?
Why can’t I rise up embracing the Dawn
not finding another dead species to mourn?
When will I see the earth’s Spirit held high,
instead of fed poison until she does die?
Helter Skelter we race down Doomsday’s track
with a nuclear war always hard at our back.
We ignore the ticking; Doomsday’s tick tock
until that day comes and we’ll feign a shock.
My dream is to rise one day with the Sun
knowing that Gaia’s new dawn had begun.