It kinda goes to the tune of "the good left undone" by Rise Against....but kinda not... It looks like nothings grown for weeks
I found a flower at amongst the weeds
It screamed at me to let it out
I wrapped my fingers around the stem
Pulled until the roots gave in
I looked down at the petals in my hand
Cracked and broken like this land
It begged to go back to its home
It needed life it needed growth
So I pushed my fingers through the earth
And sent the flower back to where it came from
But now I sensed the coming rain
Staring through my window on the bus
Then it started to pour down
On this deserted land
