Changing Times

Tears roll down my face,
As i look out on this place,
Where i grew up and never thought i'd leave.
But, due to the construction,
Mans need for production,
Drives me away from all that i believe.

The destruction of my home,
Leaves me lost and all alone,
In a world that i no longer understand.
Where man will kill each other,
Be it father, be it brother,
And will dig up any unprotected land.

No matter how deserved,
Common sense is never heard,
When trying to comunicate it seems.
But never give up trying,
For our world is slowly dying,
We all possess a future in our dreams.