Squeaking swings and tall grass

Lying on the ground, watching the world pass

Shadows cast and clouds move

Creating darkness to calm and sooth



I hear the school bell dinging

Already my head is ringing

Outside the wind blows through orange flowers

They’re glistening from light showers



Empty then full cars come and go

Once across the street I slow

Listening to the birds twitter away

In forest green I know I cannot stay



Wind blows through orange flowers

Glistening from light showers

The world starts to pass in a blur

And then I hear her



A voice carried across the street

Sounding so sorrowful, so bittersweet

All that’s left are the tears on her guitar

And remains of love, tracked in a huge scar



And as the guitar is softly strummed

A pain is slowly numbed

Replaced by memories of old

Leaving me so empty, so cold



Wind blows through orange flowers

Glistening from the light showers

Her lover calls from beyond the grave

Trying to rescue, trying to save

But only deepening the scars

And making her track more

Tears on her guitar