Messages on Trees

I have heard that you are fine
Our worlds have become benign
And your scent, now seems non-existent
That last mark will soon be gone, I know



So let me linger here
Beneath the shadows of these trees
Just try to stop myself from digging



For the rains will surely come and wash away
This place rooted with our thoughts
This place where we have left our marks
This place that we once called our own

(Oct-14-2012)
Track Number 3 in Humping for Dominance