12 Full

Climbing on a mountain.
Floating out on the sea.
Far from lights of a city.
The elements they speak to me.

Whispering that life.
Existed long before breed.
Balancing the world.
On its knee.

Don't see some men as half empty.
See them half full of shit.
Thinking that we're all but slaves.
There's ain't gonna be.

No middle anymore.
It's been said before.
The haves be having more.
Yet still bored.

Won't someone save?
Won't someone save, the world?