A Forest To The Wood Cutters

There was a time when I used to be your luxury. I never knew there was a problem.

I would have never knew that you needed so much of me.

But it looks like you’ve become savages with greed I see.

I’ve been here for a while...lost in the wind, and by your touch I can feel my killer’s kin again.

Touch, crumble, and shake me away. We could have been together...

I was your home, and to many others too.

But now I am no longer a home, now I am just a tool for your personal use.

Will you regret it? Not likely from what I see.

Will my mother avenge me?

If only I could speak to you, would we still be enemies?

Maybe if we negotiated a bit, would you still need so much of me?

Maybe not, look how you treat your own people too, it’s now all I can see.