I’ve shown the facts, I’ve drawn the charts,
The ice is breaking up, the Earth’s losing heart.
I speak of rising seas, of scorching flames,
But they turn away, it’s all the same.

Why won't they listen? Why can’t they see?
The planet’s crying out, it’s clear to me.
We’re on the edge, a precipice,
Yet they deny, they dismiss.

They say it’s just a phase, a twist of fate,
Ignoring all the signs before it’s too late.
They talk of cycles, of nature’s way,
While the forests burn, day by day.

I’m tired of shouting into the void,
The truth so clear, yet they’re so annoyed.
What will it take for them to care?
When will they see the future we share?

I’ve seen the reefs turn white, the wildlife flee,
The consequence of our own folly.
We hold the key to change, it’s in our hands,
But denial stands like shifting sands.

I’ll keep on fighting, I won’t stand down,
For every tree, for every town.
I hope one day, they’ll hear the call,
And join the fight, before we fall.

No! Not one day! Today!

If one should give me a heart to keep, 
With love for the golden key,
The giver might live at ease or sleep;
It should ne’er know pain, be weary, or weep, 
The heart watched over by me.

I would keep that heart as a temple fair,
No heathen should look therein;
Its chaste marmoreal beauty rare
I only should know, and to enter there 
I must hold myself from sin.

I would keep that heart as a casket hid 
Where precious jewels are ranged,
A memory each; as you raise the lid,
You think you love again as you did 
Of old, and nothing seems changed.

How I should tremble day after day, 
As I touched with the golden key, 
Lest aught in the heart were changed, or say 
That another had stolen one thought away 
And it did not open to me.

But ah, I should know that heart so well, 
As a heart so loving and true, 
As a heart that I held with a golden spell, 
That so long as I changed not I could foretell 
That heart would be changeless too.

I would keep that heart as the thought of heaven, 
To dwell in a life apart,
My good should be done, my gift be given,
In hope of the recompense there; yea, even
My life should be led in that heart.

And so on the eve of some blissful day, 
From within we should close the door 
On glimmering splendours of love, and stay 
In that heart shut up from the world away,
Never to open it more.