The broken trees and the leafs of fall
Where the cracks seem to climb so tall
The orange cries with the enterprise
Was it ever meant to be a surprise
I kept on walking knowing full and well
That the trees had fell
The bastard place flourished in my mind
As the colors changed and then combined
The dastard wind caused my hair to thin
But there it stood as the trucks came in
A residence full of happy kids
Sealed the graves with the golden lids
A legacy buried in the leafs
Although my time there was very brief
I'll visit the grave where the ground was paved
Drop off the pictures that I had saved
The orange cries seem to cauterize
And behind my eyes the pictures never die