Gaya's crying, can't you hear her crying

Like a whisper, oh so very soft and low

If you listen, underneath the status quo

Will she still be friends and once again

Pardon our ignorance?

Can we make ammends so near the end?

Is there no second chance?



No one hears when gaya cries

No one cares to wonder why

Can't they see the tears in gaya's eyes?

Gaya's crying (yes she is)



Selfish children, greedy little children

Took her loving and gave her nothing in return

Like invaders, everything is slash and burn

Count up every face and every race

That we will never see

Count the human ache we can't escape

The tears are for you and me



As her lovely green eyes

Turn black

And her pretty blue dress

Turn black

And her gentle red lips

Turn black

Everything that she has

Turn black

And is it too late?

Turn back

Is it too late?

Turn back

Is it too late?



No facts of life, no birds and bees

Can't see the forest, can't see the trees

Oh pitiful capricious lies

That hide the tears in gaya's eyes




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