My Land

The whispers of the wind
calling my name
looking down on this land
that'll never be the same
from the rivers to the valleys
and the mountain tops so high
to the endless raging waterfalls
to the easily that soars the sky
the land is slowly changing
and the waters are running dry
I wish I was that eagle
I would just spread my wings and fly
I would fly right into the past
to try and save my land
because what's happening isn't right
it's being destroyed by man
they're burning down the trees
and chasing away the life
if they had just left it
my land would still be alive