Look ,how the breeze blows
the rivers flow
and the flowers grow
But oh
Look, how she cries .
The mountains reach into the sky
the birds over the waters do fly
and her children never cease to try
But oh
Look, how they make her cry.
Only concerned about their personal drives ,
they tell so many lies
and seek to destroy each others lives
And oh
Look, how she cries.
And as I look up
I gaze into her clouded eyes
as the tears well up
and fall from the sky.
Look,
Look how she cries .
Oh Children
cast off your twisted guise
Sing once more the song of sweet lullabies
Cease to be wicked spies,
Just open up your eyes.
Adhere to what is inside
Release the shackles off your beauty divine
And then,
The tears of our beautiful mother
Will turn, from those of sorrow
To those of joy.
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