Same Old Story

Born to open for Mankind nature's door A life known by a few And those who knew that shared Their knowledge fewer cared About what plants could do For most felt it was mad to conceive That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we But with instruments bose would devise Would take science itself by a surprise, so On we go to where who knows To a place where there's still non-believers What will it take for heaven sakes For those who find what's real too hard to believe in It's that same old story again. Born of slaves who died Too soon to realize The need his life would be Selflessy he gave His wisdom to a way Where first no minds would see He said if farm land was to be rich We must plant crops to replenish it But it took him persuasion and tests To convince them canver's way was best, so On we go to where who knows To a place where there's still non-believers What will it take for heaven sakes For those who find what's real too hard to believe in It's that same old story again.