They all come here to die
In time
Their eyes have fallen out
Now I can see inside their flesh
And they don't make a sound, they rest
They like to leave near a stream
Past a wondrous sea of leaves
But I don't feel anything
I don't feel anything
The rain has stopped too soon
They starved
Her son won't make it through
Down the trail we go, slowly
To try and find a place to meet
When the sun eats their skin
They become alive again
But I don't feel anything
Oh, not anything
Apart from calm
Calm