Dead Tree

Here is some water for the dead tree… I see your reflection in the dirty
water…
Dreams and aspirations Your ideals in the big sky
Passionate Red
The one I loved so much…
Ideals being sweeter then candy are just ideals
Noone wants the present
Point your finger Goodbye
I feel love on my forhead at gun point
Even the child with the red coat swallows her tears as she faces reality
Why? Why? Over and Over
It will never heal
Why? Why? Over and Over
My dead heart…
Love, tenderness, freedom and peace.