The trees are my lungs
The wilderness is my heart
The waves are my song
The beauty is my art
The storms are my anger
The rain is my pain
The mountains are my anchor
The rivers are my veins
The climate is my fight
The roots are my feet
The sun is my sight
The moon is my sleep
The wind is my power
The fire is my fear
Humans are my disaster
So, let me make myself clear
Stop using me as your credit card,
My resources are running out
You are the reason for my scars
I thunder – can’t you hear me shout?
My heart is the wilderness
But there isn’t much left of it
Like a failed romance, I feel weakness
You have made my heart split
I can’t breathe, I can’t cry
I roar with thunder and I spit fire
I am sick, I don’t want to die
Rewild my heart and I’ll be stronger
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
The trees are my lungs
The wilderness is my heart
The waves are my song
The beauty is my art
The storms are my anger
The rain is my pain
The mountains are my anchor
The rivers are my veins
The climate is my fight
The roots are my feet
The sun is my sight
The moon is my sleep
The wind is my power
The fire is my fear
Humans are my disaster
So, let me make myself clear
Stop using me as your credit card,
My resources are running out
You are the reason for my scars
I thunder – can’t you hear me shout?
My heart is the wilderness
But there isn’t much left of it
Like a failed romance, I feel weakness
You have made my heart split
I can’t breathe, I can’t cry
I roar with thunder and I spit fire
I am sick, I don’t want to die
Rewild my heart and I’ll be stronger
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