Decay
Lying in the grass and under a shady tree, Where thistle and burdock grow so green I left a message inside these bones That the world from you still grows. Lying in the grass and under the blue sky, Where the story does not end with mine, I left a message inside these bones That the world from you still grows. Lying in the grass and under a setting sun, Another new day is always sure to come, Even if it's not quite what you know, A world from you will surely grow.