Vancouver River - November 2004

We block this river off from taking it's course
We re-route it and pollute it, it wasn't mine or yours
We chew it up, spit it out,
Abuse it and loose it...
Can't get enough land,
Hold it in our hands,
Now this river belongs to man.
I wanna go to a place that's untouched,
It's to much.
Take this journey to a lush,
Green forest, wild horses,
Fittin' in with the forces,
Of nature, zero hatred.
Livin' on our own course,
Unlike this river, now forced,
To flow against the grain,
Never to be the same,
And yearning to return,
To the state from whence it came...