All alone or with other souls
No  one knows really where to go
Beneath the Elm, the Oak; the tree
Is where my lone soul longs to be

With wind in face, and fear in bone
I long to be somewhere not home
My lonely soul will wander free
But, alas, I rest beneath the tree

Dedications - memories - love
Is something that I dream not of
Forgotten souls recalled to be
Somewhere where they'll never be free

Rubber tires swing like the dead
And then I realize it's all in my head
The Elm, the Oak; the peaceful tree
Burned down to ashes just like me

Watching them as they go by
Although I want, I dare not cry
Beneath the solemn, broken tree
Is where I'll never be