The sand on which she walked isn’t there now
Building hasn’t built on it seashells
All the jellyfish have no place to wash ashore

But I can still be found in her ocean
The energy we have can’t be broken

The forest and the shade haven’t got through
The human race continues to consume
But nature in her quiet persistence will prevail

And hopefully the carbon monoxide
Will trigger an abundance of new life

A city in decay overgrown with
Prettiness and knows no more humans
Runs a wreath around the rules that we had made up to live

Her bodies won’t exist, that’s for certain
But the luminescent braid will be working

No place to go
No place to go home
I’ve nothing more
No planet and no home
No planet and no home
No planet and no home