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Part one |
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From the bird and the deer who live on the same |
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To the condominiums that litter the plain |
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It took time... time and disregard |
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From the green and the trees that shot high in the air |
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To the high-business market-men who take all that's there |
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It took time... time and disregard |
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Part two |
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One more acre, another tree |
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It's all untamed, of course it's free |
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One more acre, it seems no one cares |
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Another great chance to put a building there |
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Part three |
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I used to roam, wherever I would |
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I'd see my friends and I'd eat what I could |
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We did live together in our borderless state |
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Survival our instinct, nature our fate |
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Today I see borders and my friends disappear |
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Man chooses my fate thus I live in fear |
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Tomorrow the trucks come |
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I've nowhere to run |
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My home is destroyed so they can have fun. |
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Part four |
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From the wild natural wonderland from which we all came |
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To the cement and metal that lost all the game |
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It took time... time and disregard............ |
