Plug Out the Machines

Take me home To where all the flowers grow Fields and plains Under the sunlight's glow A breeze of wind Brushing against my skin Chirping birds Flying into the wind Will I ever see the day Tranquil as the sea at bay Lie upon the softest hay Will I ever have a say Ashes fall off The wounded forest trees Burning oil Seeping into the leaves Shifts the earth Under my static feet Hungry lives Give in to their defeat Pull Pull out from the race for power You are not god Pull out the plugs from your machines They poison your land Will I ever see the day Tranquil as the sea at bay Lie upon the softest hay Will I ever have a say Will I ever see the day Tranquil as the sea at bay Lie upon the softest hay Will I ever have a say