Cemetary Trees

I'll be leaving soon
always having somewhere to go
but never really deciding
void of facts I looked to know
and not ready to change
still holding hope of tomorrow
until life caught up with me
and opened my eyes to sorrow

to the facts I dismissed on purpose
so I could stay along your side
the world turns before me now
and forces me to decide.

I tend to dream in color lately
since losing hope to understand
who you are to me and me to you
stepping back away from the plan

focusing on your heart, not your hand

because it's there the vision disappears
it's sad, what I've been fed,
just to beautify the dead
it's sad
cemetary trees stand for years.