In the beginning, it was meant to be

That the earth would bring forth grass and herb yielding seed

Man to hunt for his family to feed

Somewhere down the way

Man's heart has grown cold and bitter, they say

For the sea turned blood and the land for war

You wonder if there's hope anymore

The happy smile no longer on the moon's face

It cries for the whole human race

Time is growing short, come on pitch in

Let's make it beautiful once again

It takes you and I, won't you try?

But they'll be the one to laugh and say

"I don't care! Let it pass away."

And it will... Someday