Like a whisper, oh so very soft and low
  If you listen, underneath the status quo
  Will she still be friends and once again
  Pardon our ignorance?
  Can we make ammends so near the end?
  Is there no second chance?

  No one hears when Gaya cries
  No one cares to wonder why
  Can't they see the tears in Gaya's eyes?
  Gaya's crying (yes she is)

  Selfish children, greedy little children
  Took her loving and gave her nothing in return
  Like invaders, everything is slash and burn
  Count up every face and every race
  That we will never see
  Count the human ache we can't escape
  The tears are for you and me

  As her lovely green eyes
  Turn black
  And her pretty blue dress
  Turn black
  And her gentle red lips
  Turn black
  Everything that she has
  Turn black
  And is it too late?
  Turn back
  Is it too late?
  Turn back
  Is it too late?

  No facts of life, no birds and bees
  Can't see the forest, can't see the trees
  Oh pitiful capricious lies
  That hide the tears in Gaya's eyes