Wild, is the world of men,
of human see thus human do.
And soon their time will come to end,
lest man can change his nature true.
What started with a single tool,
can make a world of nothing but;
A world of tools for men to rule.
From peace to hate; from love to smut.
Before the tides have gone too far,
may man and woman see the scar.
And deserts spread across the land,
will send a signal; lend a hand.
For men will read of places lost,
of land with living - nature lush;
and nights will show the stars that guide.
Away from instinct - men will glide.
And habits that consumed our race,
will lead our greed for greener trees.
A heaven here on Earth shall be;
free men will fight their lives to see.