I stood still and was a tree amid the wood Knowing the truth of things unseen before The black rain stained my greenish lung The toxic waste I s**ed in, All my arms were getting numb. I lay down and was a stream, I crossed the land Knowing the truth of things unseen before A darkened carpet covered my skin I've never seen the light again Blind till then day I flowed away. This is a song , a little one To tell the world goodbye And while we sing our song We let our mother die.