Mother Nature's Conversations
Who the hell am? Why am I here?
Born in to something where they live in hate and fear
So disconnected from the place we call home
Do I belong here? When I listen then I know
I see it when the birds ride the breeze
I feel it when the river rushes over me
I hear it in my baby’s cry
I see it in my lover’s eyes
We are beautiful magical creations
A part of mother nature’s conversations
Walk in the footsteps of who came before
Would my ancestors recognise this place anymore?
We’ve cut down the forest, made the animals our slaves
I hear them singing put your weapons away
I see it when the birds ride the breeze
I feel it when the river rushes over me
I hear it in my baby’s cry
I see it in my mother’s eyes
We are beautiful magical creations
A part of mother nature’s conversations
Are you listening?
She is talking
Are you listening?
To the sound
Are you listening?
She is talking
Are you listening?
To the sound
I see it when the birds ride the breeze
I feel it when the river rushes over me
I hear it in my baby’s cry
I felt it when my brother died
We are beautiful magical creations
A part of mother nature’s conversations
But are you listening?
She is talking
Are you listening?
To the sound
Are you listening?
She is talking
Are you listening?
To the sound