I saw a man sitting on a hillside

Watching the soil bake dry

Looking across at the rain cloud forming

In another mans sky

As the sun beats down, relentless

On his crops, withered and dying

While the raindrops fall on the other mans land

One mans rain

The same desert, the same God

And it only rains once a year

Why is one man blessed with plenty

While the others left to scratch in the dirt?

One mans rain, means another mans famine

One mans sky is another mans earth

One mans riches leave another man poorer

One mans temple mocks another mans faith

One mans rain and anothers land is barren

One mans gain leaves another without

One mans palace and anothers left homeless

One mans faith is another mans doubt

Whats wrong with killing something for pleasure

If its always been that way?

Whats wrong with killing the trees that help us breathe

Or tearing the sky?

For every action there's a reaction

And on this planet, withered and dying

One of us plunders the earths resources and the rest suffer

One mans rain

We share the same oceans, the same dying world

And the notion of supply and demand

Balance in all things, natures promise

Well be left scratching in the dirt