From towers and trees    And churning seas    Controlling nature's will    From your window sill       Past the glass    The sun won't last    And if you had your way    They'd all be dismal days       We'd stay inside    Like you and hide    And wish that things would change    From behind window panes       But grab the reigns    And nurse those pains    Because many years have past    And your still stuck in last       Initials carved in trees    Representing you and me    Are now lost    And just washed    Out like stones into the sea       And boxes full of bones    Resting under polished stones    Represent    A fallen soldier    Left to die at war alone       From the start your heart was cursed    And the wine has made it worse    And sixteen years    Of captured tears    Have formed a mind's dying verse       It's a perversion of the arts    And young men's hearts,    An abomination    Of creation    Tearing brilliant minds apart       It's carved in bark    Circled with hearts,    It's a testament    To the love you've spent       You cross it out    When new loves sprout    Or when they come to bloom;    You're leaving wooden tombs       To leave a mark    Of hearts you've sparked    And turned to raging flames    Until you're feelings change       Now douse them fast    But leave the ash    Because it's a blackened pit    That they won't forget       Initials carved in trees    Representing you and me    Are now lost    And just washed    Out like stones into the sea       And boxes full of bones    Resting under polished stones    Represent    A fallen soldier    Left to die at war alone       From the start your heart was cursed    And the wine has made it worse    And sixteen years    Of captured tears    Have formed a mind's dying verse       It's a perversion of the arts    And young men's hearts,    An abomination    Of creation    Tearing brilliant minds apart       Boxes of bones    And polished stones    Are all that we have left    To commemorate the deaths       Of child and man    And life's cruel hand    Has tightened up it's grip    On your sinking ship       Now flowers are left    Where you now rest;    It's in a field alone,    A solitary stone       It cracks and splits    And the world forgets    And goes about it's day    In the usual way