Too Many

Hearing the sounds of man
I need quiet and peace
Can you hear the birds above the noise
Singing out to voice - this is my home
Can they keep anything that's theirs
Just a few places - here today - gone tomorrow

Too many noises my ears hear
Too many cries to stop
Too many people to control
Too many to understand
Too many bad - so many sad
Building up - knocking down
It's gonna stop - coming to an end

This home of ours is going
Too many things crying - dying
Does anyone hear crying without eyes and ears
Just because they have no tears
We can see the elephants cry
The human heart is hardened to hear

Too many noises my ears hear
Too many cries to stop
Too many people to control
Too many to understand
Too many bad - so many sad
Building up - knocking down
It's gonna stop - coming to an end

How can we escape destruction
We are all a part of the solution
Little people rise up so we won't fall
Most of the rich and powerful are wrong
Don't use up our world to keep money
Money is the most destructive of all

Building up - knocking down
It's gonna stop - coming to an end

I'm gonna stay in the country
As far away as I can
Just on a little piece of land
Seeing the world through my window
I can see safety and new - in my small home
I know the world is unbalanced
But in my small haven -  my small home
Still country, still city
Quietness and peace around the noise

It's all gonna stop
Are we approaching the end?