Oxford

The quiet rustle of the leaves I am at peace over the seas The welcoming and gentle breeze I’m soaking up the way it feels My grandma’s garden and her tea The apple tree, the little bee The timid buzz, come on! Come see! I’m five years old, I’m fun, I’m free The sun is blazing, it’s july The big blue sky, oh let me fly! Being there could be my high It was a home, was kind, was mine But coming back to there There was no care, it left me bare So much was broken, no repair It stunk of sorrow, of despair Outside was mild, it was cold And my poor grandma’s getting old I want to cradle, want to hold But nothing comes, a dead-end road I am fifteen, I’m angry, sad And nobody can understand The way I feel, my back was stabbed That drained all of the love i had My home is ruined, broken down It’s just as blue as this old town Where is my place I once had found? It’s gone, it’s buried underground