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Her Cries


The world doesn't want to die

She begs to humanity to be saved

We are all ignorant, we don't hear her cry

 

Trees falling one by one and asking why

As they keep departing, she show sorrow as she waves

The world doesn't want to die

 

We only focus on inventions from that wise guy

We get improvements which we so craved

We are all ignorant, we don't hear her cry

 

She can only watch herself get sucked dry

Air is trying to escape from being enslaved

The world doesn't want to die

 

We look at brightly lit screens and ignore her battle cry

Latest smartphones are the only things engraved

We are all ignorant, we don't hear her cry

 

More and more she's running out of her supply

We blame her and not from which we behaved

The world doesn't want to die

We are all ignorant, we don't hear her cry

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