This line we are marching On the same trail There were footprints before us Leading us off a ten kilometre drop. Yet, we are still here The signs have been rooted In the trees that have fallen In the fish that have sunk In the birds that have no wings And the Sun that has turned to stone. The earth's deep vein has come to the surface Our metallic hands have choked it out You can see it cut across the green skin We don't release our grip We wait and wonder how it will be. But we know this answer, Our fate is real. When the leaves fall and never come back, We will cry out to our Mother But She cannot save Herself. She cannot convince Time to turn back.
