Over the hills and under the waves
This is my home where i will forever stay.
The waves of silk and mountains of gold
This is the most pleasant place in which i call home.
But for every piece of amber light
there is always evil ambitions causing strife.
I love this place, the trees the snow
the humble oaks that animals find their home.
But once again with every single one of my breaths
people conspire to cut the meat from my breast.
If only if only we could find peace
and stop this deadly killing, it must cease.
The humans that call me home
are the ones who will doom me to die alone.