Tears of Death
Newberry Springs, a sad desert landscape
All the trees that look sad and dead
The burning hot sun in my face
All the sad people living under the hot sun
My sad grandma lives all alone
She lives in a house thinking of the deceased
My grandpa once lived in this sad house
The house lays on twenty five acres of sadness
The heat burning your face when you look up
But the tears of sadness cool it down
We want her to leave to get him off her mind
She said dont try he will always be in my eyes
Her tears of sadness freeze my heart
While the heat burns them away
But the tears of death will never go away
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