Who Has Your Ear?

I've been writing some music for quite a while now, and I've decided to start posting lyrics to this blog to create an archive and also to maybe get a little feedback. I just wrote this:

Who Has Your Ear?

If the rocks in the desert all call your name
Do you ever take the time to hear what they say?
When the rain falls down and the dams give way
And the water fills the house, can you hear the people pray?

Did you cut the rivers through the mountains
Or did they do that on their own?
Has the grass ever grown tall in the canyons
Or were they always made of stone?

Does the man with the money have your ear instead
Of the man in the alley with liquor on his breath?
When you walked on the water, did your feet get wet?
And when no one else could do it, did it go to your head?

Did you grow every forest from a seed
Or did they do that on their own?
Is there a difference in a flower and a weed?
Will we miss beauty when it's gone?

Did the cold winds blow when the world was new?
When the first men walked in the morning dew.
And if you look down on the rest of us,
Do you really care what we think of you?