Last Hope

A darkness is coming,
The end is near,
An end to the earth,
That we should hold dear,

Mother Earth weeps for her children,
And what we have done to our home,
Listen to her crying,
Listen to her moan,

Though we say we are careful,
And protect other life,
Of the earth we were born to,
But this is lied about through strife,

In our darkest hour,
Who can we turn to,
But mother earth,
And her creatures true,

But what will we do,
When we have killed what can help us,
Is it really true?
Shall we murder what made us?

So protect the forests,
Look after the fields,
Of the planet that made us,
Protect what she yields.