Well who the hell are you to say that nothing changes Because I haven’t seen stay the same Our towns get crushed and buried under ground And then they build new cities around And all we are is broken down I never thought I’d be planted like a tree and stand with my arms open wide Branches grasping at air all around it until I can be cut down and burned Won’t that be a beautiful thing to see? My body is part of the earth And all these words will mean much more And all we are will mean much morePágina 1 / 1