Raindrops and Teardrops
How long will we believe the lies about the rain?
When will we learn and once again be sane?
The water on your window
It's not precipitation, it's pain
Mother Earth is crying out in agony
The loss of each tree brings her to her knees
The raindrops are her teardrops
Forming a puddle in the sea
Every withering plant and every drowning ant
Brings Mother misery
The flood is her trauma
The hurricanes, the drama
Let her cry leave her be
Mother Earth has been shedding tears
For many, many years
She can't take the ache
So let us all try to comfort her
Instead of striking her face
Because once we tear her down
She can't be replaced
The raindrops are her teardrops
The wind is her cry
Let's wipe away her tears
As they fall from the sky
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