Humans spell death
For the wild
The ones that soar above,
The ones that swim freely,
The ones that roam the forests and grasslands.

Shot, trapped, killed
In a split second
A life winks out.

Death is only a mercy for those
Whose times are up.
And they who slaughter for pleasure
Are the worst kinds of murderers.

i have loved
i have lost
to shining waters
i've been tossed

you will yearn
you will pine
but on shining waters
you'll be mine

Truth is good
Truth is accurate
Truth is right

but Truth
it is a blade
it cuts
it opens old wounds

The Truth
it is final