And yet, and yet, and yet
They stood in disbelief, knew they had lost it
When all that was needed was for one to say
Don’t, do it, don’t do it, don’t do it,
Gigantic matchsticks crumbled together
Where once stood a mighty forest
Blackened stumps whose roots are tethered
In undisturbed soil soon to be ballast
The minority takes a back seat
Protests without power leave it in the bin
Protest with power they can be beat
And yet, and yet, and yet
The reigns should have been grabbed with gladness
Reared them up held them tight
Stop this madness, stop this madness, stop this madness
Now the crops can be grown
Crops no one wants or needs
Now the seeds can be sown
The world has more than it needs
The countdown has started you see
Time to get solid before its here
Nature is the proverbial key
Two thousand and twelve is near
And yet, and yet, and yet
Pool your spiritual side, cure it
Believe in amassed power of thought
Lets do it, lets do it, lets do it |  |
