The view from the top wasn't as pretty as I had hoped.
I thought this as my wishful eyes took in the industry and machinery.
Glancing at smoke stacks and warehouses and roads that led from labor to profit.
It seems we've lost what matters most.
And It seems that we don't care.
I used to see this town as acres of green.
But time has warped the view into greed and gasoline.
My time here is slipping,
in roughly two years I'll be long gone.
At the rate that were going,
I wont want to come back.
But none of this matters as I walk these crowded halls.
None of this matters as I cheat on tests.
I just live for a tomorrow.
Never for a today.
A tomorrow with one less field,
A tomorrow with one more factory,
A tomorrow with a darker sky,
A tomorrow slightly worse than yesterday.
I cant control much,
But at least I can promise,
that I will be better tomorrow,
than I am today.
This Is how we save the world.
The view wasn’t that bad with you by my side.