The Morningside - The Trees Part Three (Treelogia)

Hopes were so high
I`m leaving. Farewell
Hi! I`ve returned
Not for long from the past
Trees are cut down
Grace is burnt, take a smell
At the hot grave
Full of ashes and dust

Wind played with leaves
And your dreams flowed clear
You stayed as stone
With the words of no worth
As the shades of twigs
It will all disappear
Hot asphalt weighs
On the dead buried earth

Voice of the bell
Fades away. Hi!
I`m leaving
I`ve returned. Farewell
Hopes were so high

Hopes were so high