| our good fortunes blood diamonds tainted perfection of ironic reality society's dark glare oppressing our birth casting shadows upon our worth a peasant's plight rarely noticed through blinding lights and loss of focus humanity inspired in light of bliss for it is ignorance which brings us to this our good earth's glory unfolds through it's destruction an untold story of death by construction here I stand in awe of man with structures grand and blackened land an ignorant existence of false desires without resistence our earth retires awaken to music a familiar sound mother nature cries all around |