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It's not just about me


To want

to feel

to see

from the point of me

to love

to appreciate

to embrace

 the same way I do

to listen

to understand

to offer a helping hand

what I need isn't just for me

it's for all of us

don't you see?

She's here

she was then

and she is right now

but the future isn't her's to promise

it's in your hands now

She cannot speak for herself

so try listening through your heart

she gives and gives

yet it's never enough

so we become thieves

when I think of what I need

I can't help but think of her first

because she needs me

and what I need is for you to see

see through the eyes of me

Mother Nature is crying out

don't you see?

It's time to see

 
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