VERSE 1 Clean the ocean, clean the sky — Gaia’s watching with a quiet sigh. We’re given everything we need to survive, Yet we trade it for things that don’t keep us alive. Fuel in the water, oil in the tide, Plastic drifting where the dolphins glide. Little lives vanish on the ocean side, And we act like the earth can’t feel inside. VERSE 2 We forget the bees — the tiny engineers, Planting futures through the passing years. They move slow, they work sincere, No rush, no greed, no manufactured fear. Maybe we’re the ones who lost the pace, Running too fast in a sacred place. Gaia whispers, “You’re part of my space,” But we treat her like she’s just empty waste. PRE‑CHORUS Slow down the fire, slow down the need, Let the earth breathe where the oceans bleed. Little things matter — every root, every seed, Life grows quiet when we choose to heed. CHORUS Clean the ocean — let the water heal, Clean the sky — let the blue reveal. We’re breaking what we’re meant to feel, Chasing things that were never real. Clean the ocean — let the small ones thrive, Clean the sky — keep the world alive. Gaia’s asking why we strive For more than what we need to survive. VERSE 3 There’s magic in the tiny things we never see, In the shells, in the soil, in the quiet bee. Life moves gently, naturally free — But we rush the universe like it’s on a fee. We dump our waste where the whales still sing, We poison the tide like it’s not a living thing. Gaia’s heart beats under everything — Waiting for us to finally bring Care instead of conquering. BRIDGE Slow hands, soft mind, Plant seeds, take time. Let the universe unwind — Healing isn’t a straight line. Every creature, every sign, Every ripple is divine. CHORUS (REPEAT) Clean the ocean — let the water heal, Clean the sky — let the blue reveal. We’re breaking what we’re meant to feel, Chasing things that were never real. Clean the ocean — let the small ones thrive, Clean the sky — keep the world alive. Gaia’s asking why we strive For more than what we need to survive.
