In all of my days
I intend to amaze
Crossed the line back and forth
Until I settled somewhere far north

Unlike the desert, it is a mess
A frozen wasteland nonetheless
But beauty exists beyond what the eye can see
Torn apart for financial gain I can see

So look inward toward yourself and ask this
Am I responsible for any of this?
And do your part to circumvent her anger
Instead of shouting your nonsense at her