Close your eyes,
And bask in the brightness of your youth.
I have lived through many moons;
Their light has brought me back to you;

When you felt warmth,
And radiated joy with what you said
To those you loved with hearts that bled
And hands that held your weary head.

So close your eyes,
And trust your other senses with your feet.
They will guide you past the grass
And broken trees of Herbert Street;

Where you once slept,
And dreamt of all the mortals that you knew;
All the pain they kept within,
And all the faith they had in you.

In dreams I see you alive,
Though time corrupted your mind,
Like a parasite that burrowed through your brain,

And when at last you returned,
The trees you climbed had all burned,
And I dont even know if they're worth it anymore.
And no(w) I'm not OK! 'cause he died two years ago.

You wanted so much so to know who you'd become,
And though I found my way, the journey took so long
I walked on forest floors and opened doors i feared,
But darkness overcame the songs I hoped you'd hear.

You are the history connecting me to home,
And though our trees have died, the flowers there have grown.

And all the roses opened up for you.

The things you know now, you wish you might have known then,
But the faces that you left in the rain might understand

That times keep changing
Like the falling leaves on the trees we planted;
They watched us grow,

And now I'm facing
Sleepless nights of trite remorse.
Why did he go?

And the roses that lined the west fence, they opened for you,
But when you left, you were taken from a world you never quite knew.