Before the ice caps melt and the polar bears disappear
I want to find you.
Before the firey sun causes third degree burns on human flesh
I want to find you.
Before the earthquakes take a chunk of the coast
I want to find you.
Before my hair turns gray and my face creases like leather
I want to find you.
Before everything sags and I can barely hear or see
I want to find you.
Before the wild Honey Bees go away and flowers cease to bloom
I want to find you.
What is a world without honey or flowers or you?
