Fruit Tree

Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground So men of fame, can never find a way Till time has flown far from their dying day Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while A much updated ruin from a much outdated style Life is but a memory, happened long ago Theater full of sadness, for a long forgotten show Seems so easy, just to let it go on by Till you stop and wonder, why you never wondered why Safe in the womb of an everlasting night You find the darkness can give the brightest light Safe in your place deep in the earth That's when they'll know what you were really worth Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while A much updated ruin from a much outdated style Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground So men of fame, can never find a way Till time has flown far from their dying day Fruit tree, fruit tree, no-one knows you but the rain and the air Don't you worry, they'll stand and stare when you're gone Fruit tree, fruit tree, open your eyes to another year They'll all know, that you were here when you're gone