Bridge to good end's close

 Do you think they can even hear the leaves and water
On that old bridge can you feel alive
Those who come to contaminate it all
Damnation

Will you help me clean this blessed place
Or simply ruin it and laugh in my face
will you create this blessed feeling here with me
The vein of God by definition

Here poverty's reign is evident
 In the hands of humble people
That take their anger out
on Mother Nature

I wonder if they can see God hidden up in those trees
In that murky water
What a pity they can't
But take with themselves a plague

To share with false underpaying rich friends