lift up your eyes to the heavenly skies
that kiss the unfortunate earth,
for she's broken and bound, forever aground,
and her children know not her true worth.

imagine a field where man did not wield
a gun, a cannon, a spade.
untouched by our hand, yet virginal land,
the beauty of how it was made.

imagine a river, flowing aquiver,
it's creatures, both great and small.
resounding the need, which mankind must heed,
a saviour's clarion call.

imagine the mountain, it's free flowing fountain,
the laugh of the wind in the trees.
the scent of clean air, we long to be there,
inhaling the afternoon breeze.

imagine it now, and ask yourself how
she got here from where she began.
but still, she will hold us, cherish and mold us,
every child, woman, and man.

save all your sighs, your questions and why's,
swear that you can do no more,
she might understand, but the destruction at hand,
is painful, as never before.