I wrap my arms around the world
To comfort my pain and dry the tear
I cry the destruction of the air we soiled
For my child's children this land I fear
Our busy lives seem to never stop
So much to do not enough time in the day
For the birds up high or the peanut crop
One hour, one minute to notice I pray
For the bird flies away and the crop will die
They are here today but what of tomorrow
Will you remember what you held with your eyes
Or will you feel the past with lost sorrow

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