We have now grown up and left our home 
The time has come for us to strike out on our own.
To find our path and future to come.
But please come watch us as we grow 

A TREE


on top of a hill stands a tree
a grassy field blows in the wind
birds and bees play and play
lovers sign their names
a tire swing sways and sways
children's songs and voices fill the air


time goes on, moments pass, and seasons change
now a days the grass is dead
and the birds and the bees play elsewhere
lovers are lost, their names worn and decayed
now on this tree,
where children once played and tires once swayed,
ashes and smoke are all that lay
songs and voices now all gone
for this is the tree we all once played on

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