Nothing More Than a Folly

Another tool, make a trade
Maybe for years or only a day
Never having, anything to say
It sure must be fun
In the end, don’t you ever dream
Of anything else, than the same old scene
What do you expect, a currency
Who has the bigger gun
Well I’m sorry
That it’s nothing more, than a folly
Climbing peaks to find the valley
Flowing with streams of tears
Build the fence, a brand new hedge
Protecting fears, choices to dread
Over years, all is dead
Just the way it goes
Until then, ride the wave
Far beyond, being saved
Bury pride, every day
A living tree to know
Well I’m sorry
That it’s nothing more, than a folly
Climbing peaks to find the valley
Flowing with streams of tears
No need to plant, the seed is there
A little rain and truth to bare
Roots to dig, when aware
Breaking through your skull
Fruit aplenty, an acquired taste
Secret ingredient, not to waste
Just a bit, of the hidden fate
It’s never, ever dull
Well I’m sorry
That it’s nothing more, than a folly
Climbing peaks to find the valley
Flowing with streams of tears
A forest grows, covering the mountain
Hidden streams, a magic fountain
Flowing dreams, no point in counting
It’s only in your head
Open your eyes, a wasteland shown
The birds have left, died or flown
Nothing left, but a bag of bones
The stones have already said
Well I’m sorry
That it’s nothing more, than a folly
Climbing peaks to find the valley
Flowing with streams of tears