My grievances, my pretenses, all remain.
I had hope, but it’s no longer early:
There is a need for change- the type that matters.
Life’s taken us for a ride on this silver platter-
Was it a platter of silver or one of gold?
Many times the story’s been told.
Of the apples of that tree forsaken:
Many were not meant to be taken.
Some were to be left for those with hunger.
But that tree was emptied, by the stronger and the younger.
The world starts timeless, except for day and night.
It leads us each day, a new way, to find
Once, seen under the great shining light,
Was the path by which we were to leave all behind.
The brighter the glow, the more our prosperity grew,
And brought to us things without meaning.
There were so many shiny things we knew,
And the most valuable, we thought, was the one brightest gleaming.
But one day the tree of the apple had no more to share,
And we had to search. And in that search our greed appeared.
Years passed by, all of them the same: look, compare.
Now we are in jeopardy, facing just what we feared.
We have taken more than what was given
Plundered lives we should have left livin'.
We should have worked together to plant a new tree.
But now neither silver nor gold can provide for thee.
« return.