I cry for the land, I cry for the sea,

I cry for you and I cry for me.

I cry for for the innocent and for the guilty.

For clean consciences and those that are filthy.

I cry for the young, I cry for the old,

I cry for the meek, I cry for the bold.

I Cry for the smoke and for the ashes,

As they mark the earth like cuts and slashes.

I cry for needless, appaling pollution 

And our front row seat to the world's execution 

But I believe in hope and I believe in dreams

And I take comfort in knowing nothings as it seems