Climbing on a mountain

Floating out on the sea

Far from lights of a city

The elements they speak to me.

Whispering that life

Existed long before breed

Balancing the world

On its knee.

Don't see some men as 1/2 empty

See them 1/2 full of shit

Thinking that we're all but slaves

There's ain't gonna be.

No middle anymore

It's been said before

The haves be having more

Yet still bored.

Won't someone save?

Won't someone save

The world?