The worlds strain

As we drive down the free-way,
I can always see it taken over,
by the forests that are so old.
But they were torn through.
"To make room for new"
Thats what I've been told.

As I wait for my bus to school.
I can always see it gone,
nature taking over,
what we all replaced,
Concret covers the grass,
The roads flatend the hills.

As I go through the city.
I see the buildings fall,
crumble when we are gone.
So when we all die out,
Our world will crumble.
There is no dout in my mind,
that we will all be gone.

One way or another.
we all grow old.
Our world is in strain,
just to contain.
all that we have made.
The earth is in pain.

This is what I think
Everything must end.
So to live again,
we must die.