Yesterday when i was out with my dog, I saw the trees that people illegally cut. Well not like I saw the trees, they were already gone and people started building stuff there.
And you think it's just a forest.
Well i think it's precious life.
And you say there's plenty left,
but what i know, is that's a lie.
You destroy like you own it all.
And you build what you call home.
But i see a tree so tall,
and it's something you don't own.
And what will there be,
if you destroy every inch?
And what air will you breathe,
When there's nothing to create the wind?
You're blinded by that one thing,
the thing that you call money.
But is it worth the terrible sin?
Is it worth the life you kill?
You poison the precious water,
and you eat all the fish from there.
But what about the beaver, otter?
The creatures who lost home and name.
But I am the freak,
if I protect precious life?
What i think is,
you're the beast that kills us.
