Words and Music by Margie Adam
Los Caldonés of Mexico
Have a prophecy
About the way the world will end
How life will cease to be
Into the roots of everything
Quietly at first
Slips a coldness in the heart
A coldness in the earth
It seems to make no difference
How coldness now approaches
We look away from wasted forests
We look away from hungry tears
We look away from poisoned waters
We look away from children’s fears
We cannot separate the two
They are one in the same
The suffering of humankind
Our fall from nature is our pain
We are the heart and mind of earth
We are her eyes and voices
We are protectors of her life
She calls us to these choices
She whispers in the forests
She cries across the rivers
Don’t look away from blackened skylines
Don’t look away from homeless faces
Don’t look away from lives endangered
Don’t look away from violent places
Chorus
(whispered) Into the roots of everything… quietly at first
Los Caldonés of Mexico
Have a prophecy.
© Labyris Music Co. 1991
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