A warning sign came from the sun
It said our hottest days are yet to come
They tell us we may not survive
If we don’t undo what we have done
If the answer comes too late
Where will all the people go?
Will we be drowning in the sea?
Or buried in the snow?
Don’t wait until the end of days
Preserve this earth as sacred land
Or we may end as vagabond kings
Living in a castle made of sand
