Dead Tree...

[In a trouble water sleeps a dead tree]
Here’s some water for the dead tree
I see your reflection in the dirty water
Dreams and aspirations
Your ideals in the big sky
Passionate red
The one I loved so much
Ideals being sweeter then candy are just ideals
No one wants the present.
Point your finger
Goodbye I feel love on my for head at gunpoint
Even the child with the red coat swallows hers tears as she faces reality
Why? Why?
Over and over
It will never heal
Why? Why?
Over and over
My dead heart
Love, tenderness, freedom and peace
[In a trouble water sleeps a dead tree]

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