It's Getting Out Of Hand
Words and Music: Norair-Hovig Sarkissian
Birds can't tell autumn from springtime,
Or if it's time to build their nests.
The trees they sing on in the morning
May be gone before the day rests.
Many of our fellow creatures
Sense that something's not quite right;
The coral reefs with all their splendour
Lose their colour and turn to white.
We've heard the cry from deep in the ocean,
Seen the signs all over the land.
As mother nature pleads for compassion,
I must admit, it's getting out of hand.
In this world we've fabricated,
What is mine cannot be yours,
While the fate of countless people
Is decided behind closed doors.
On what nature gives so freely
There's a price tag to be found.
Why can't we simply start sharing,
'Cause there's plenty to go around.
We've heard the cry from deep in the ocean,
Seen the signs all over the land.
Isn't it time we lived with compassion?
I must admit, it's getting out of hand.
Are we caught in our contraption,
In our fast-paced world of greed?
Will we even for a moment
Share the dark world of those in need?
We've heard the cry from deep in the ocean,
Seen the signs all over the land.
Does nature plead in vain for compassion?
I must admit, it's getting out of hand.