When I die No one will know My stones will fall heavy to the floor Each one engraved Chiselled by primal hands With another lonely sorrow A cuneiform alphabet I spent my life carving brittle rocks In sights unseen
When I die I die again This times the last time
When I die I will die a young man My skin still beautiful to the world But my skin grown cold My forgotten dreams A short time that was wasted My rotting flesh My blood standing still in my arms That cannot hold
When I die It will be because I've given up And God shows me mercy
plant more trees for sake of earth, please they fill our lives with wealth they also maintain our precious health to enjoy a lovely breeze please grow more trees its wrong to cut them for personal greed don't forget they fulfill our basic needs plant more trees for sake of earth, please