Testo One Man's Rain

I saw a man sitting on a hillsideWatching the soil bake dryLooking across at the rain cloud formingIn another man?s skyAs the sun beats down, relentlessOn his crops, withered and dyingWhile the raindrops fall on the other man?s landOne man?s rainThe same desert, the same GodAnd it only rains once a yearWhy is one man blessed with plentyWhile the other?s left to scratch in the dirt?One man?s rain, means another man?s famineOne man?s sky is another man?s earthOne man?s riches leave another man poorerOne man?s temple mocks another man?s faithOne man?s rain and another?s land is barrenOne man?s gain leaves another withoutOne man?s palace and another?s left homelessOne man?s faith is another man?s doubtWhat?s wrong with killing something for pleasureIf it?s always been that way?What?s wrong with killing the trees that help us breatheOr tearing the sky?For every action there?s a reactionAnd on this planet, withered and dyingOne of us plunders the earth?s resources and the rest sufferOne man?s rainWe share the same oceans, the same dying worldAnd the notion of supply and demandBalance in all things, nature?s promiseWe?ll be left scratching in the dirt