You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
As a kid I would sit and listen to the rain,
Thinking of Mother Earth’s pain.
I knew our climate was rising,
My worry went ignored, unsurprising.
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