I've heard of a time, I know of a place
That's up in the clouds between Earth and space
Where no one regards our color of face
But instead recognizes the Human race
What happened to thank you, excuse me and please?
Manners are ancient, sayings like these
Are gone and forgotten, and with them the ease
Kindness is false, facaded by tease
Our forests have burned, our oceans they bleed,
Children are crying, their mothers can't feed
Their mouths that gape, eyes glisten with need
Was all of this worth the envy and greed?
And all we see matters is which side we claim
Republican, Liberal, but it's all the same
To hell with the politics, **** the whole scene
Behind all our leaders is a fine silver screen
Governments an act, a Broadway slob.
It's a business, a living, an inside job.
What do you expect of the industry of suits?
Did you really think they'd put on work boots?
They work "for the people", or that's what they say
But I don't recall wanting it this way.
Our forests are charred, our oceans boil red
What once was endangered, is gone
Dead.
The children still cry, did you hear what they said?
No. Not over the screams of the dead
Our founding fathers, they toss in their grave
Is this the result after all that they gave?
This land of liberty, the free and the blessed,
Is now just a checkerboard of wealthy and oppressed
I've heard of a place, that's under our feet
where the cauldrons they bubble with hate and deceit
And the caverns they sing with fear and regret
Is this the demise that our parents all met?
For conforming, submitting and being the sheep,
for following our shepherd and falling asleep?
Well, now we've led our lambs to slaughter
Our fate is left to the sons and daughters
Who are dumb enough to dream and to love,
That know all the world needs is a push and a shove
It's up to us, to you and to me
To see oceans rage wild and forests grow free
To calm crying children and soothe all their woes,
We will be doubted, but that's how it goes
Recovery's hard, no question about it
But I won't be one to watch and to sit
Down while humanity goes up in flames,
Let's do something so they remember our names
So before it's too late, you have to decide
It's not about choosing a team or a side,
We were the children that hollered and cried,
But we can be something long after we've died
Instead we can leave profound legacies
That enable the beauty of forests and seas
We just have to see beyond colors and creed,
that theres really no difference between you and me.
