'When We Walked Along The Roadside'

[lawrenceola]

there is fire where the leaves should be
and there are people running to and fro
there is fire in the eyes i see
well hidden down below
when sudden movements catch my gaze
and broken hearts start to walk
the fire turns to sullen rage
there is no need for me to talk
fingerprints left on the bench
where ice cubes start to die
it comes down to this test
to seek my tendancy to lie
the birds outside all form a crowd
and watch as hatred shows its face
deaf to silence, utmost loud
and seemingly out of place
the sunlight seeps through window panes
like saviour through the mess
with nothing lost nor nothing gained
i see ive done my best
there is fire where the leaves should be
and people running to and fro
from tragic lives not one could see
or live to ever know.