Why, oh why, does the Earth quake,

Shake,

Break,

Beneath our feet?

If only to leave your mind racing to make ends meet?

To leave you longing to know your part?

Searching for your turn to start?

 

This is the world we face,

This is our place in space.

 

Tell me, where did you leave your compassion?

This desert is our home, not a place to leave your trash in.

Your part starts here.

Do you like who you are looking in the mirror?

Every word you utter, each thing you leave behind.

Were you sincere, were you kind?

If you watched your life would you like what you come by?

Or are you praying for change as much as I?

I love this world, but I hate what it’s become.

There’s nowhere for us to go, nowhere for us to run.

We’re heading, fast, into chaos.

And without your help, we’ve lost.

So as the world quakes, shakes, and breaks beneath your feet,

Find your purpose; make it more beautiful before you leave.