Winston Apple

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LET'S MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE (AND SAVE THE HUMAN RACE)
(Lyrics and music by Winston Apple)

Temperatures are rising, sea levels rising too
Coastal cities and island nations, ‘bout to get the Venice blues
The stakes are getting higher
The future’s on the line
And the sands of time are running out, we’re running out of time

Our air has been polluted
City air’s not fit to breathe
And our water’s been polluted
Much of it not fit to drink
Predictions have been made
Predictions have come true
But when the Truth is inconvenient, many turn away from Truth
The problems we are facing, must be faced
Let’s make the world a better place and save the human race

We’ve got to get moving
We can’t afford to run in place
With or without the deniers, we’ve got a world to save
Those who refuse to understand are not about to change their minds
Their heads are buried in the sand and we are running out of time
The problems we are facing, must be faced
Let’s make the world a better place and save the human race

We may never know the outcome of the battles we have fought
But they are fine and worthy battles, even if it’s all for naught
We’re talking ‘bout our own grandchildren – great, great, great, great
For each passing generation, a worse and worse fate
We can’t afford to let them down, we’ve got to change our ways
We’ve got to make the world a better place and save the human race

There is no way for us to know for sure, if we’ve passed the point of no return
But with every day that passes, with us continuing to burn
All the coal and all the oil we can dig out of the ground
Our chances of survival are going down and down
Knowing that we tried our best, may be our saving grace
We may yet make the world a better place and save the human race

If the human race goes missing, it won’t be without a trace
Our asphalt and our concrete, even our bones, will remain
Mother Earth won’t really notice the scars we’ve left upon her face
With us or without us, she’ll go on spinning her way through space

If we fail in our efforts to save the human race
There will be no one left to shed a tear, so it may not be a crying shame
As the last of us gives up the ghost, with no one left to dig a grave
There will be plenty of blame to go around, but no one left to blame

© 2014 Gary Winston Apple