stream

in this world there is a place
where you can go and see
a stream that flows through rocks and trees
with grasses on its banks
the peaceful feeling of its tone
resonating through you
one with the land one with the earth
this stream it flows through you
there is a peace in wildness
that only you can find
a little bit lost everyday
where has it all gone
lost in a world that knows no silence
tamed by some lost souls
the greenery of peace is the same as greed
lives to create fear
if only we could find again
this calming peaceful stream
with waters running strong and swift
full of life and hope
free to travel where it may
growing everyday
spreading all our hopes and dreams
among the fertile land
alas this stream is lost to me
taken by others’ greed
with no regard to what may come
thinking of today
our world has changed because of this
a land covered in green
the stream of life that once made us
is slowly dying away
dammed with the accounts of all
piled in its way
and when this stream trickles and stops
where will we all be
lost of what our lives really mean
alone and lost in sleep
please return with me one day
to this slowing steam
and help me burn away all that
stands blocking our way
for one green means the end of us
another is the way
see that this life we live today
is flowing like the stream
flowing towards some greater end
of which we cannot see
and if one day it fails to flow
all life we know is dead