Passion
Glaciers are melting
Temperatures are rising
Why aren’t people changing
We still drive cars
We still burn fossil fuels
Hope seems as far away as the stars
For every step we take
One is taken away from our children
And this makes my heart ache
The ‘next generation’s problem’
Will be your flesh and blood’s problem
Something has to change
Someone needs to make a change
I will make a change
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