Who comes, came before,
comes again, never went

Returns in time, to places past
To overmind, to make it last
Green they trim, brown they wet
A garden of sun, yet I forget
To lament the loss of singular plant
To die of thirst in a sea of storms
To ride the wind, to feel warm
Forgotten petals, crushed and bled,
Stain the path, behind me red
Scream, scream, for the children left behind
Cry for them if you can, ive forgotten
Cry for me if you can, ive forgotten