Don’t you hear her crying out
Like a whisper on the wind
Clear for any one to hear
Time is calling out for Her.
Every rock that’s being carved
Cutting deep into her soul
While we simply go to sleep
Earth is living her worst dreams
Treat me nice-She speaks to us
While we’re chopping down a tree
I believe-She lets us know
But we just don’t have a clue
Every time again She feels
Creatures dwelling on her fields
Live their life as they are shown
All She does is to endure
Surely these ones too shall pass
Brother Time is telling her
He’s the one to heal all scars
To prepare for Her next Fate.
Vemodig vakkert.