A Silent Cry for Help


Hope is lost
Our land is dry
We continue to use a lot of water

While we watch our land die
Is there anyone who sees the truth?
Land continues to go up in flames
Lost homes and memories its such a shame

When will we realized that this isn't a game
Everyone will leave when there is nothing to gain

So when will we wake up it's getting old
Us "The Golden State" land has truly turned gold
Reliable resource is running low
Very little water where did it go
In such a bad drought
Very little ways to get out
Even I look at the land in doubt

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