I stare at a burning tree
Its all I see
We’ve come a long, long way
Cinder blocks and iron rods and ads
Cast an illusionary shade across the land
Try and save the day
But the fire won’t go away

I could try and save the day
But I prefer more pretty things
Perhaps another fruit from off the tree

Pleading for the pouring rain
I’m on my knees
Such a far fall from grace
Rain drops fall like tears inside my hands
Like a splash of hope across the great munda ne
Still I stoke the flames
My face is void of shame

Now ashes are the trees remains
My finger points to place the blame
I can’t believe I let it burn away.