The sky is falling again,
Pouring down on me,
Nothing but charcoals and gray,
No true color to see.
And I want to help her,
I really do.
But how can I help her,
If she won’t allow me to?
The earth’s melting again,
Liquefying beneath my feet,
Drawing me into her depths,
Into Hell’s all-consuming heat.
And I want to help her,
I really do.
But how can I help her,
If she doesn’t want me to?
The ocean’s receding again,
Vanishing to God-knows-where,
Selfishly denying her charges of life,
As if she simply doesn’t care!
And I want to help her,
I really do!
But how can I help her,
If no one wants me to?
The night is crying again,
Her tears falling from the heavens,
Stars of sorrow dance across the darkness,
And vanish in attempts to hide her sins.
And I want to help her,
I really do,
But how can I help her,
If even I no longer want to?
The flowers are dying again,
Withering away to nothing.
Lack of their sun’s love has led them to this,
And she thinks without them there will be nothing.
And I want to save her.
I really do.
But I cannot save her,
For I simply won’t do.