It Is We Create Our Borders

It is we create our borders and our borders we defend
And we often make an enemy by losing a former friend
And that the Country owns us we struggle to understand
Since we are part of Nature we return to the Land
Of being wealthy and famous so many do daydream
But for so few such dreams never come true or so it does seem
Yet for rich and poor there's a last night and day
In the bosom of our Earth Mother our remains will lay
like the animals and birds we proclaim our territories
Yet it is Nature we live off of her land and her seas
She supplies us with water and food and with our every need
So much food she produces from every tiny dark seed
We feel that the Country we live in to us does belong
But the Reaper proves to us such thought has proved us wrong.