Down, by where the trains still pass
across three sideways sloping banks
long overgrown with meadow grass.
A thorn bush grows silently,
friendship growth, this talk of peace
a substantial union, rejected more than once
and so entwined,
as stars crossed in fate, ash upon
this cilds' head, growth can strangle.
Perhaps there really is no telling
what grows amongst the grass.
across three sideways sloping banks
long overgrown with meadow grass.
A thorn bush grows silently,
friendship growth, this talk of peace
a substantial union, rejected more than once
and so entwined,
as stars crossed in fate, ash upon
this cilds' head, growth can strangle.
Perhaps there really is no telling
what grows amongst the grass.
