Lost Mother Earth
She is extremely close but so hard to hear
Her story told and it is let go
Receiving her gifts each moment
Yet we fail, the horizon just a plastic mask
Maybe I will paint a new
Maybe I will make the daylight come through
Daydreams of truth and a safe place just a thought
Just a simple step ahead
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