"To the Earth, I write this letter far too late
As I sit in the prison that I've made
Though I'm not the only one to be blamed
I surely played my part."
It's already lost
It was over before it began
The dye has been cast
An admission we penned in ink:
"To the earth, I hope this message finds you well
But it won't, you've been ill for quite some time
Though I'm not the only one who didn't help
I could have done my part."
It's already lost
It was over before it began
The dye has been cast
An admission we penned in ink:
"What you gave we so happily took
With trembling hands, afterbirth
What you lost we so easily found
With little intent to return
From your well, we so readily drank
'Til our silver cups overflowed
From your garden, we took what we pleased
We took everything from the Earth."