Busy bustling no time to rest
Wheeling dealing, hustling at best
Always moving fast not slow
Quick on your feet is how you must go
No time for thinking or taking a breather
Inner city life means you must be a weaver
Car horns hooting in Barking or Tooting
Not much of a chance to hear owls hooting
Trees are thinning, concrete is winning
I’m not that averse to say cities are sinning
I fear for our children the air they inhale
Polluted by fumes a modern horrific tale
Asthma, cancer, lung problems aplenty
Hurting us badly not killing us gently
Time for this planet is running out fast
Global warming denial really won’t last
So think of YOUR children when you can
Fill up your car with more than one man
Turning off lights or unplugging your phone
Isn't much til you make nature your home

I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in one hundred silent ways
I looked at you, pain tore me in two
and darkened all my days
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in two hundred silent ways
without a clue, what could I do
my clouded heart dismays
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in three hundred silent ways
saw me through, my feelings spew
my dear you must appraise
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in four hundred silent ways
I'm still here too, my soul now blue
lift the fogginess and haze
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
In five hundred silent ways
what can we two, once stuck like glue
have hope our fear allays