Poor fighting for his life
Forests destroyed by farmers
Misery spread around
No reason is found

Diseases making victims
Violence as instinct
Lost bullets at sunlight
It can't be alright

I don't know what that I may do
Solution seems me passing through
I feel I'm crawling to death and
Couldn't go back

I can make it better
I'll raise my force deep inside
Maybe I can't change the world
But I must do my part

Would death be my own way
I can't keep my own fight
Will I need fall in pray
To win this night

"There's still time to do your part"