LAST
LAST
When the last factory is silent
When the last bird
Has fallen from the sky
When the last deer
Has been killed in the woods
When the last tree has fallen
In the barren land
If we are the last human
To breathe the polluted air
We will feel the angels’ tears
And the voice of God
Will echo as our eyes
Close one last time
"It might have been."
When the last factory is silent
When the last bird
Has fallen from the sky
When the last deer
Has been killed in the woods
When the last tree has fallen
In the barren land
If we are the last human
To breathe the polluted air
We will feel the angels’ tears
And the voice of God
Will echo as our eyes
Close one last time
"It might have been."
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