Reserve Me A Space, Please
Rather than say it is such an injustice
I will simply say it’s a matter disgustive
Tramping on paths and forests with glee
Be sure you reserve a place for me
I don’t ask too much, but to be free to live
That’s not too much to ask, from your heart to give
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Because the natural life you save my turn out to be your own. All one family, right?
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So breaks my heart. I’m thankful I won’t be around by the time this earth is made barren of such majestic creatures and forests and open land and… *sigh*.
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It’s something I think about often. What will be left for our future generations?
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May we reserve them more than just space.
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Exactly! Their birthright has been stripped away.
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yeah… what the others said :{*
* compliment on an engaging if not sad Six
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