the wind wispers to me
all of it's dirty secrets
the leaves dance for me
and show me graceful feet tricks
i never noticed the beauty
of nature and it's weekness
i sit and laugh at it
as it laughs at me and my weekness
we will laugh together
until one of us is hurt
we will laugh so hard
we will roll in the dirt
the pain will set in
and tears will fall
we will sink in the mud
that has created this all
the sun rises agian
in the farthest point east
taking down the moon
and all of the beasts
the stars no longer shine
in the cloud covered sky
and the only thing i can do
is sit and wonder why
the birds begin to sing
the song of the dying
when all this time
i think nature is lying
the truth is burried
under the highest mountain
and the youth all lives
underneath a dried up fountain
the grass is always greener
on the other side
that is what a wise man told me
before he died
on the other side
i do not want any grass
i am not addicted
to the things of the past
rocks are formed
only through time
such as love
and the finest of wine
so we must let time pass
and patience must wait
see you sometime
when i catch up with fate
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