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Feb 2013
There was a time; I imagine, at least
That you could see at least as far as you could reach
But the smog and the fires, the wisps in the air
Could you even see me, I'm standing just there
And there's a heart to this world
Not some new hippy regime
But the truth is it's crying aloud
It's dying and you allow it
We've all got our own needs and pleas
**** man, we need a change
But the sooner we believe in what we really see
The sooner we'll have a home

Now, I don't mean to be a broken record
But it's true that the world is desperate
You can feel it when you look outside
But where's the worry, man, where's the pride
Where's the forests we used to climb
And all the glades we used to hide
Cities are great and technologies have advanced
But we aren't the only ones on this land
And oh, to be so ignorant to assume we're alone
Not only here but in the universe as a whole
What can we even claim to be our own
When it lasts a year and then breaks like Rome

The parents of today, all they do is complain
They set it aside and they lay the blame
Not to say that they're all the same
But come on, think, if you really wanted a change
Instead of using your voices
Use your hands, lift it up
It'll take a little work and it'll take a little time
But think of the children, our current future, is it right
That we leave them with nothing
Except maybe a mall
Just think for a moment
This feels so wrong
Yeah, feel like I come across as a hippy..
Michael Pick
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Michael Pick  Canada
(Canada)   
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