Brilliant Trees

Voices heard in fields of green Their joy their calm and luxury Are lost within the wanderings of my mind I'm cutting branches from the trees Shaped by years of memories To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me The sound of waves in a pool of water

I recognise no method of living that i know I see only the basic materials i may use If you ask me, i may tell you It's been this way for years I play my red guitar It's the devil in the flesh It's the iron in my soul I understand you're facing probl