(Concept: The Wiseman's thoughts on Earth's depleting beauty and arrogant leadership.)      This hole is my home, It's far underground.   I hide from the world and the deafening sounds   That show me the world can't move slowly   All the routine   And our, and our meaningless lives      All we had is gone,    Tell me Lord what have we become?   When water, earth and sky are sacrificed   By leaders ruling blind      So the trees die    And the leaves fall.   Under gray sky    No sun at all.      Factory smoke seeps into clouds   Will my children's children choke on our ignorance?   Choosing to live destructive, pestilent cold lives   Oh you're hoping that someone else   Makes these changes instead      All we had is gone,    Tell me Lord what have we become?   When water, earth and sky are sacrificed   By leaders ruling blind      So the trees die    And the leaves fall.   Under gray sky    No sun at all.   And the trees die    And the leaves fall.   Under gray sky    No hope at all.