Geese (Joshua James)

All the leaves turn green in the summer All the roses bloom in May All the geese fly home for the winter High above our earth now paved. All the stars gleam for the night time And the moon reflects it's adjacent sun It's so hard to find real answers When no real side has won. Well the grass covers up my body And the river taught me to hear Well trees have served as my refuge And the dark it taught me to fear All the men that live to burn All the arms that love to hurt All the hearts that have turned their worst... We're so cold. Aall the leaves soon loose their color And the roses begin to fade Crying loud I hear our mother For just a few of those geese that were saved. Well the grass covers up my body And the river taught me to hear Well trees have served as my refuge And the dark it taught me to fear All the men that live to burn All the arms that love to hurt All the hearts that have turned their worst... We're so cold.