Of This World

Sing me a song that will bring back the lands that we lost The king was wrong he can feel it The birds will not sing now the air is too thin, nearly gone And no one here can breathe it The earth will not bleed all the blood that we need Yet the fire of our greed keeps on burnin And the last of the trees have long shed their leaves And we don't know if they'll be returning Are we of this world? Or is she a slave to master? Did she speak to us? Were we ashamed to answer? Sing me a song that will bring back the balance we lost The king was wrong he can feel it There's no food to share, now the fields all lie bare, it's all gone And mother earth won't heal it The earth will not bleed all the blood that we need Yet the fire of our greed keeps on burnin And the last of the bees left defending their queen All the breath they had left was for serving Are we of this world? Or is she a slave to master? Did she speak to us? Were we ashamed to answer? Are we a part? Or are we apart from her? Are we a part? Of this world, this world, this world Sing me a song that will bring back the lands that we lost The king was wrong he can feel it