WhereIsTheWest?

solitary and intricate stands a great tree

brown against its soft bed of green

just as the center of my eyes

pales to the splendor of the skies

a broken building stands alone

could it have once been someone’s home?

if I had a hammer and this world had a heart

I would rebuild it and never let them tear it apart

When will we be brave enough to dance within the clouds?

And when will we be strong enough to mend this broken world that’s crying out?

the mountains cry out, split apart by man’s lust

for freedom from the earth that he was made from

the mountains mourn with tears and they beg for

us to speak and tell them to unite once more

When will we be brave enough to tell the mountains to unite?

And when will we be strong enough to stand in the rain screaming out?

When will we hear all the children dying from this life?

And when will we begin to change all that is inside before we die?

            There must be life

            We must try

            To survive