We are flying across the fields in a warm summer breeze
As the dust in the sky makes us start to sneeze
We watch the rivers water turn from a beautiful blue
To a dark brown like a rusty pair of shoes
The ground has turned black from a forest fire
That was started when a lightning bolt struck an old car tire
We sit in a tree and watch the farmer’s land being tilled
As the wind changed from the south to the north that gives us a chill
We listen to the children as the play in the sand
And think about how life has always been so grand
We watch the red light on top of a car rushing down the road
And hear the cry of a mother asking for this story to be told
We can see the blood standing in the street
Because the kids are fighting trying to they protect their beat
Now we watch as a strange cloud is floating up from the south
As it’s carrying a deadly virus that gets into their mouth
So now we are hearing a different type of cry
As we watch so many people that are starting to die
It’s time for us to head west to the mountain top
And hope that someday this killing will stop
But until that time you may not see our wings
Or hear our voice as we start to sing