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 greed...
Balancing the world
On its knee...

Don't see some men as half empty
See them half full of [bad word] 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?