I stood in the meadow Looking towards the window A picture emerged I knew what it was Yet I couldn't decipher I moved towards the window The picture did grow A painting of a lush green meadow It was hanging on the wall No one standing At the window No one standing In the meadow Cows were missing Birds were missing In the meadow She was missing At the window Missing were so many things I was on the fringe In the middle of the meadow Dry and burnt meadow Looking towards the window She was missing At the window
Wish I could swallow back my words, To make things right I guess. But you're busy fulfilling your wish, Turn my words & set them on flames... Making things between us more insane. Was buried under things I never mentioned, So how could've I stayed...? After you lit that match over my intentions.
An irreverent force armed in localised wars Flames of rage displayed in waves Some strings attached to bring about more force Shattered glass and burnt bricks won't fix what a voice is worth But irrelevance when oppressed blinded with contempt seeks to vent So many mistakes are blamed to create what is made of the states Powers that be have a responsibility to assist those in need without them bending the knee
Her trust in you is as good as an empty tank headed south She won't use the rearview mirror headed far from you What she leaves behind remains no concern to her burnt out heart Eyes on the first exit out of here The highway is her only vision, burying your bones This is her farewell