The barren, derelict waste land,
Upon which I stand,
Holds no life, no more,
Long gone and forgotten,
The wind blows less and less,
The hard barren earth is at no loss,
It hurts to see the skeletal birds,
Dying and at pain, where,
The black rain water flows,
Straight from this land, down,
Down quick and easy, just like my soul
Swiftly and fast, O,
The sight to ponder,
The sight to get sick on,
Sometimes I do wonder, O,
What happened to this, this? Oh why?
The barren derelict wasteland,
Upon which I used to stand,
Holds no life, no more, long gone,
Forgotten and dead.