alone, we see the world through others eyes
never, seeing for ourselves
a tree, stands tall till the end of time
waiting, always humans coming
grasses, beaten down by man’s pursuit
yearning, for a chance to live

Until, this makes us what we are
Collective eyes, collective souls
Individuals succomb to
Collective fears of something new

Life created to be destroyed
Many always out weigh the one
Humans come from mass production
Killing that which gave it life

power, is controling hordes and masses
never, letting them catch on
stealing, from the earth to maintain their place
slowly, killing off the land
the sun, glorifying mans destruction
always, shining brightly down