How did this come to be
A world where we can't see
The once beautiful sky.
Our world is hurt
Polluted is the sky, water and dirt
Is plastic our only legacy?
Still we don't stop
Trees we continue to chop
Tears fall from the broken stumps.
I yearn for that day
When with confidence I can say
I have a future.
The birds still fly, on gentle wings
The bird still sings
But with tears in its eyes
Still we don't stop
The animals' tears we mop
This must be the end.
I yearn for that day
When we're on our way
To a future.
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