There is a sphere of burning tar, it's all around
Everyone in this godforsaken English town
I wash away its filthy residue each day
But like a mould, it grows, ensuring our decay
I plant a seed and wait to see what will become
Of routine watering and the magic of the sun
This is
How we survive
There stands a tree as tall as me, but twice as old
At times it withers, but come spring, it soldiers on
A kindly soul started its journey before me
I guess this shows the importance of legacy
Still, every day, I feel bad energies are here
But little signs of life make matters easier
This is
How we survive
Before we go
Here, we will leave fragments of hope
