I saw a man sitting on a hillside Watching the soil bake dry Looking across at the rain cloud forming In another mans sky As the sun beats down, relentless On his crops, withered and dying While the raindrops fall on the other mans land One mans rain The same desert, the same God And it only rains once a year Why is one man blessed with plenty While the others left to scratch in the dirt? One mans rain, means another mans famine One mans sky is another mans earth One mans riches leave another man poorer One mans temple mocks another mans faith One mans rain and anothers land is barren One mans gain leaves another without One mans palace and anothers left homeless One mans faith is another mans doubt Whats wrong with k**ing something for pleasure If its always been that way? Whats wrong with k**ing the trees that help us breathe Or tearing the sky? For every action there's a reaction And on this planet, withered and dying One of us plunders the earths resources and the rest suffer One mans rain We share the same oceans, the same dying world And the notion of supply and demand Balance in all things, natures promise Well be left scratching in the dirt