at the forest wall

you tell me what i do not need to know
so much of history is needless pain
this is an ending not a thing will grow

the radio blares another boring show
we wait and wait for one more healing rain
you tell me what i do not need to know

i read and feel my brain growing more slow
under what seems an ever-growing strain
this is an ending not a thing will grow

i see the green has got a midday glow
it is so obvious and frankly plain
you tell me what i do not need to know

we write the rules in terms from long ago
and then we do not keep them in the main
this is an ending not a thing will grow

stand where you will that cannot pause the woe
we find so much that might remove the stain
you tell me what i do not need to know
this is an ending not a thing will grow