By Ricardo Lara Nava

Oh lonesome tree on the hill

Will you tell us when the sky falls

When the clouds tears will cover us

Your majestic leaves of green dance as they 

fall

I’ve seen you in my dreams

In them I laid under you with a cigarette in 

hand

No harm will come to me you whispered

You became my second home

You had part of my soul

I can hear the trumpets go

They play their notes

So soothing it puts me to sleep under

You.

Then that day came

Mother blew you away

All that is left is a hole where

you once stood

That day my second home blew away

That day a part of my soul blew away

The trumpets stayed silent

No note has played