Gaia
A tiny butterfly landed on her hand.
She looked at it and adored its beauty.
It was the long gone voice of the world who once was.
He emptied his bottle and poisoned his lungs,
He looked at the fog surrounding him,
The world as it was.
Maybe something should be changed…
I’m a stranger in my own country,
Where the big eye sees everything.
They see everything, but they won’t help.
They think they got the bigger picture,
But in fact, they just burned it with their greed.
The world was made by great people,
Now it’s rotting with money-zombies.
Listen to the very last breath of the old mother earth,
Gaia is there for you, even though she’s weak.
She’s bleeding of greed, she’s struggled by poisoned minds.
Don’t let them spin you around,
Don’t give them their circus. You’re no performer!
But you can change the history if you want to…
Sometimes I just want to give up,
Sometimes I feel that I can’t breathe.
But then again, I have to keep going…
Skrevet d. 26/01-2012