In a constant race against the sinking sands
The hour glass is an illusion, made by human hands
If we can ever remember the things we become slaves to are just brands
We created this game we are all playing and our voice rules the rules of the lands
But to bring change we must first get others to understand
Understand tat wealth is more than cash in hand
It begins with the brain inside the man or woman
Earth is the holy land, our promised land
But those in power abuse our gift because they want the upper hand
If we continue on our path Earth will become NO MAN"S LAND...
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