Cry of the Dry

To the wetland I look,
Bring me the thirst of a barren
Land who urge for the life drop !

The land wishes the same, I swear ;
Sinking to the eternal drought, I fear ;
It longs for life's beauty, I'm sure !

Unearth her the hands of the machine
Cruel and potent to make her impotent
Remains the world in big silence .

Hurt not them, why ?
But make me even cry
And pull us to doom !