Our world is fascinating,
but our world is failing,
our world is dying,
but thou shall brighten
as we tighten.
Won’t complain tomorrow,
since we might have no tomorrow.
Won’t comply or follow
what leads to sorrows.
Might as well root in renewal,
it hurts to watch the world fall apart.
The voices of tomorrow:
we couldn’t save Mother Nature
tell her we got swayed.
But! The voices of tomorrow:
we saved Mother Nature
tell her it was worth the storms,
sounds much better.
Earth dwellers,
Qu’est-ce que ça va être?