The earth is not for us anymore.
Look how it's started to reject us as if it just had an ***** transplant.
We're the ***** not complying.
We're the ***** that is the cause of us dying.

With your perfect smile, and beautiful voice,
you my love, are my favourite choice.
With your laugh so cute, and words so kind,
you my princess, are on my mind.
With your gorgeous eyes and wit so clever,
you babydoll, are my forever.

To come back from the sweet South, to the North
  Where I was born, bred, look to die;
Come back to do my day's work in its day,
      Play out my play--
  Amen, amen, say I.

To see no more the country half my own,
  Nor hear the half familiar speech,
Amen, I say; I turn to that bleak North
      Whence I came forth--
  The South lies out of reach.

But when our swallows fly back to the South,
  To the sweet South, to the sweet South,
The tears may come again into my eyes
      On the old wise,
  And the sweet name to my mouth.

You held my spherical glass world in your hands for five seconds...*
And it was so easy for you to drop it
It shattered before it hit the tightly packed soil
And the glass did not drop
It just got stuck in your gravitational pull.