SCOURGE OF THE MAN

When we look back on the life that has been
And think and wonder on the things we’ve seen,
Mother Earth unfolded all her glory
As if we were reading some beautiful story.

Her realm is as boundless as the sea,
But as gentle as a breeze that caresses a tree,
Her strength is almighty, but bound up with love,
Which transports her people to heaven above.

But we on earth depreciate this
And don’t realize we’re living in a land of bliss.
Just look around at a bird or a tree
And think of the beautiful things you see!

Many things are killed every day, all around.
Many creatures bear pain without a sound.
Some person shall see all that goes on,
This person shall see all that is wrong!

This person shall be Mother Earth’s Messiah,
He’ll make Mother Earth rise higher and higher,
Between them they’ll devise some terrible plan,
And she’ll rid her kingdom
Of the scourge of the man.