Song of the Cicada
Strayed in a forest turned to gray
a desolate cicada sings to you
and tries to guide the way
stolen, were the innocent virtues of youth
and the song that your are hearing could never hope
to heal the truth
there's nothing to beg for nothing to barter
nothing to save
its never been simple so way is it harder every
night
such a dreadful plight
to nurse the scars
the scars on the person and all throughout the
land
from lightning fires that raged for years turning sycamores to sand
still there’s nothing to trade, and the
ground seems inlaid with things that lack value
but your just so unswayed never pausing for a
rest
maybe it's a test
worm casts are appearing all over the ground
beneath your feet you see some sprouts are
growing on a mossy mound
close your and listen to the song
cicadas no not what they sing and its true
they're often wrong
now you've planted a garden and you've yielded
a harvest and put some away
when you climb into bed at night allow yourself
to stray
remember its ok
you won't be alone
Lyrics written by T. Randolph Scott