Mother
Blind Melon Lyrics

The skies have darkened
The world has become a darker, less hopeful place.

and the seas have dried.
The earth is becoming more and more barren and lifeless.

Your honest ways have turned to lies.
You used to be truthful and virtuous, but now you are deceitful and untrustworthy.

Your hands of promise
You used to have the ability to do great things and make promises you could keep.

turned to hands of pain.
But now you use that power to cause harm and destruction.

You take for granted the life that God created
You don't appreciate the world and all its beauty the way you should.

The life that God created.
You are taking for granted the very essence of God's creation itself.

The frost and flowers
The beautiful, natural elements of the world.

Mother gave to you,
Mother Nature has bestowed upon you many gifts of beauty.

the muffled whispers bleeding true.
The faint, hard-to-hear voice of nature itself is speaking the truth.

And it doesn't matter how
No matter what your point of view is,

what kind of eyes your looking through.
No matter how you see the world,

Do you see our Mother's dying?
Can't you see that the natural world is dying right before our eyes?

Here's a picture for you.
Let me paint a vivid picture to show you what I mean.

With every black choking for breath
With every creature gasping for air and struggling to survive

and every inch closer to death.
And with every moment that passes, the natural world is getting closer to total destruction.

Her hands are held out for you.
Mother Nature is asking for our help to save her.

You said the reasons
You claimed that the reason

we're in the cities that we all made
We've created the cities where we live

was that we rage our poor Mother.
Is because we're angry at nature.

Now that she's leaving
Now that nature is being destroyed and dying,

and she's thrown off all that she gave,
And she's giving up everything she's ever given us,

we dig the grave
We're digging a grave,

of our poor Mother!
For our poor, dying Mother Nature.

The grass ain't growing
The natural world is dying, and there's no longer any growth or vitality.

in my front yard, no.
Even the smallest, most local examples of nature are succumbing to our mistreatment and neglect.

Poor Mother.
We must mourn for our dying Mother Nature and try to make amends.

Poor Mother.
Our world is becoming sicker and sicker, more polluted and barren each day.

Poor Mother.
Our society is failing to take care of the planet which sustains us, and we must acknowledge that tragedy.