It doesn’t quench his thirst
His darkness has claimed him first
They are blessed I suppose
Hoping again to see him smile
To see the life in his eyes
But they are clear as the skies
Knowing his heart is gone
Taken by our selfish greed
Stuffed we continue to feed
On a hundred gallons per day
While just for five gallons she prays
I hope we will begin to think
That it soon will be gone in a blink
So we must find a solution
Cut the profits from the pollution
He is just one of the six thousand dying per day
Why must innocence always have to pay?
To make this suffering and death stop
By each one of us sacrificing