I can barely smell
And I can barely breathe
But I can smell your scent
Carried in the breeze

All the children playing
In the empty streets
Nothing left to wear
And nothing left to eat

All the people crawling
On their hands and knees
Searching for remotes
And watching their TVs

I have been a liar
And I’ve been a thief
I have been many things
Catching this disease

So tell me what you feel
When you cross the seas
Another day has passed
Staring at the trees

Shed some light on us
Imagine if you please
Love can give us hope
But can we shed our leaves?

© 10/8/2008
William Grant Preston