rainmaker8801

I The way is clear He lays his promises out Around my feet Like gifts. There aren't many... But they're the only ones I've known. But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Crushes them underfoot. Shrapnel flies, Leaving slight, Tiny wounds. And I stand, Alone, Surrounded by the fragments. II Along comes another. He steps carefully over the shards, Sparing himself the pain I've felt. He lays his promises, Twice as many, Atop the fragments. These gifts seem Beautiful... Pure... Plentiful... But when I go to pick them up, He stops me And instead, Throws them, Violently, In the direction of my barely

We come from a turbulent past To an info-age moving way to fast The fate of these lands Is now placed in our hands Will we bring destruction to an end Will we have the power to mend Save this fragile dreamland Wash away our footprints in the sand Global warming is causing weather changes right before our eyes But we still blacken our skies Sunrays take less time to burn our faces But we still destroy our rain forests and just leave empty spaces The men spill out of the factories everywhere Punching their time clocks basically unaware Don�t realize what's happening to the big picture The massive devastation of the atmosph