Branches snap and trees are skined,
the landscape howls, eroding with wind.
The sky once blue, now is grey,
as I wait for the wind to blow the clouds away.
The world is sunless and the oceans dry,
thirsty people can do nothing but cry.
We stand around and watch eachother die,
if you won't do anything, neither will I.
Things that should be are things that were,
like a tiger stripped of stripes and fur.
I wander this world, lost in another,
with no one to tell me if I've recovered.
My minds ran away with my thoughts gone aray
I pray theyll stay till I find them someday.
I'll pick them up and dust them off,
And start again where I left off,
A fork in the road with no signs to tell,
if the path I've chosen I've chosen well.