To Whom It May Concern

No more birds in the sky
Their wings glued with oil
So much pain and turmoil  
Who let them die?

No more fish in the see
The plastic took their place 
They left without a trace 
Who let them die?

The sins we made led us astray
Now there is no return
I hope these words will find their way
To Whom It May Concern

No more ants on the ground 
The floor is just too hot A
And now they can't be found 
Who let them die? 

No more plants in the fields 
There's no water left 
That's why the silence yields 
Who let them die?

The sins we made led us astray
Now there is no return
I hope these words will find their way
To Whom It May Concern

No more birds in the sky
No more fish in the see
No more ants on the ground 
No more plants in the fields 
Now there is no return

The sins we made led us astray
Now there is no return
I hope these words will find their way
To Whom It May Concern"