Pensando En Voz Alta

Just rhyming, anyone can string words together
You can sing feeling from a little to nothing
I’m an old, loyal regular of the song of the soul

We can be selfish, arrogant, unfaithful
Oh! How much virtue has come to the animals
I’m leaving very bad signs on this Earth

Christmas Eve, how beautifully it makes us good
From war to a fake kiss in front of the little tree
Oh! How hypocritical we are, brothers, by the little tree

We’re killing the air, the flora, and the fauna
Why are we bringing kids to Mother Earth?
If we’re devouring her even to her core

My money, my gold, my dog, that possessive love
We cage animals, there’s so much selfishness
Freedom and forgiveness for all this cynicism

Reason has no owner, nor does it have masters
I don’t care if it has a master as long as it’s not human
I want it to reason and to know why I love

I sing thinking out loud, verses without borders
I say words without an owner, without shadows or corners
Without a place to scratch, I live life the same

We’re killing the air, the flora, and the fauna
Why are we bringing kids to Mother Earth?
If we’re devouring her even to her core