FOREST FIRE
 

DEEP WITHIN THE SOUL A FIRE GLOWS
BURNING FOREST LAND GOD TOOK A THOUSAND YEARS

AND HE WATCHED HOW IT GROWS
NOW HE IS SEEING A MATTER OF DAYS HOW IT GOES
WHO SAYS WE DON'T HAVE FRESH AIR
OH THE AIR IS FRESH IF YOU CARE
TRY HARD TO KEEP TRACK AND SEE HOW THE AIR IS SO FRESH IT STRIKES BACK
THIS IS IT'S WAY OF SHOWING THE CARE YOU LACK

By marvin goldfarb

© 2009 marvin goldfarb (All rights reserved)

 

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