My Earth My Home
My Earth My Home
By Thehouseofruthanne
My earth, my home,
for a short time.
Who am I ?
How did I get here?
Why am I here?
I see,
I hear,
I feel,
I fear.
Why do I sleep?
Why do I grow old?
Why do I walk upright?
What makes me think?
From whom do I exist?
Why do I cry?
Why do I laugh?
Why do I get mad?
From what am I made?
What makes me breathe?
Why do I eat?
I was created bare,
why do I wear clothes?
Why do I have flesh and blood?
Does any one care,
why I toil,
why I pay taxes,
or how Sam and Bill rule me?
Why do I need Devil Green,
when everything,
is given to me Free?
What is there to Fight about?
Why is our habitat ending?
Who is responsible for my being?
I am.
I am responsible for my own destiny,
also my own destruction.
And so should you.
400 years after earths cleansing,
I will be given another chance.
And so will you.
Why will I die?
So others can share my soul
By Thehouseofruthanne
My earth, my home,
for a short time.
Who am I ?
How did I get here?
Why am I here?
I see,
I hear,
I feel,
I fear.
Why do I sleep?
Why do I grow old?
Why do I walk upright?
What makes me think?
From whom do I exist?
Why do I cry?
Why do I laugh?
Why do I get mad?
From what am I made?
What makes me breathe?
Why do I eat?
I was created bare,
why do I wear clothes?
Why do I have flesh and blood?
Does any one care,
why I toil,
why I pay taxes,
or how Sam and Bill rule me?
Why do I need Devil Green,
when everything,
is given to me Free?
What is there to Fight about?
Why is our habitat ending?
Who is responsible for my being?
I am.
I am responsible for my own destiny,
also my own destruction.
And so should you.
400 years after earths cleansing,
I will be given another chance.
And so will you.
Why will I die?
So others can share my soul
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