Alone In The Backyard: 1
See the sky of blue?
The clouds of white
And the grass a summer green?
What of the tree?
Her branches large
And her cherries sweet?
Can you feel the wind?
The sun and the shade?
Can you feel this place, where I used to play?
Alone In The Backyard: 2
See the sky, it's face of grey?
The clods ominous weight
and the dry, rutted earth?
What of the tree?
Her branches twisted
and her fruit rotting at her feet?
Can you hear the wind scream?
Tha absence of the sun,
And the depth of the shade?
Can you feel this place, where once I wailed in pain?
