And I picked on the whims of
a thousand more
Still pursuing the path
that's been buried
For years of dead woods and jungles and
cities on fire, can't replace
or relate,
can't release or repair -
take my hand,
and I'll show you what was - it will be.
Some people think that the earth is fragile. I think that humans are fragile and cannot live too long on a wrecked planet. How would we show all of this. More importantly who would care. Maybe would could all drive a Prius and take cold showers and try not to kill each other anymore.
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