Orchard
Heavy is the pain of battlefields
Truth blooms in the fruits of orchard fields
Sunlight fills the soon at ease
July thinking she heard sheaves
The man of her dreams through the shields
Life taught how to hide emotions she could hide
The doctor thinks she needs to keep in line
She lies in feeling sorrow alone
But she moves just to survive
The end of it is death
Her body's tired
Born up by the nothingness she piled
You may talk at holiday
Brother morning missed her way
And nothing, the cold body of a child
Life passed in, but you forgot to mime
The doctor thinks she needs to keep in line
She lies in, feeling she's alive
She's sure trying to survive
Looking back, it's all a waste of time
Looking back, life's all a waste of time