The Secret

Thousands of green trees become stunted
Contaminate!
Big deep changes in oil paints
So never never say that’s fate
Look at the good old forests
Spending oxygen — play
Destruct and cut-down essential areas
Fall into oblivion someday
I have a secret
It leaves a trace at the place of delight
I have a secret
Playing destruction the devil inside
Believer, believe me
I see your traces in dark
Reciever, recieve me
I see your faces in the dark
That’s not my responsibility
And I should walk out
I’m deeply moved, now I regret
Now I know what I’m talking about
I have a secret
It leaves a trace at the place of delight