The sun shines high over the salty land; the moon glows white guiding our mother’s hands. The beat of the earth rings true in her ears, her heart breaks & her mind wanders, To the days of simplicity where her land was free, where we took from her but gave back to thee, With love & respect for all that she bore. She cradles the world, she hears the cries, she takes our hands, and she sheds her tears, We take the land, we till the soil; we reap the fruits we shed no tears.
