Road Unseen

Life is like a unbuilt road,
Ground that's never been touched
By mans harsh foot,
No black smoke,
No dirty lake,
Just clean an beautiful,
Road unseen

Now to then

Everyone falls in love,
Now an again or maybe then,
We don't get to pick
It just happens,
Now an again or maybe then,
Our hearts brake,
Mouths full of empty lies,
Don't mean to be this way
But it happens,
Now an again or maybe then.

When I die

When I die,
Don't put me in a box
7 feet under ground,
Don't turn me to ash
And carry me around,
When I die,
Make me a tree
Turn my body into leaves,
Something big and pretty
Like a willow tree,
Oh when I die,
Please make me a tree