As we battle now with Gaia; our fight against her care.
She stands in gentle silence; all offence she will bare.
Her heart is always willing; forgiveness is her art.
If we but reach out to her she will caress our heart.
As we battle now with Gaia; our fight against her care.
She stands in gentle silence; all offence she will bare.
Her heart is always willing; forgiveness is her art.
If we but reach out to her she will caress our heart.