Damaging the land we live on.
Nature fights back,
It never stops fighting,
Because we always keep striking.
I'm I apart of the damage ?
I'm I to blame as well if I drink form the foset,
Live in the houses,
Drive the cars,
& shine light that hides the stars.
If so... then I don't want to be anymore.
I want to sore and fly away.
Wait I do not have wings...
I'm stuck on the ground...
I guess I must fight like nature to keep its spirit around.