Scattered Leaves

Beneath the autumn leaves lies a secret

Buried, underneath an old oak tree

A woman, for some time, gone missing

Now, just part of the scenery

A child of seventeen years, now silent

No marker, to show where she lay

She's been gone now, for more than a season

A sad story always ends this way

She cries out from her grave of sorrows

That one day, her body might be found

A rose decorates her shallow grave

With scattered leaves blowing on the ground

A victim of a crime, with no witness

Just another drug deal gone bad

She was only passing by when it happened

But she saw things, she probably shouldn't had

So if you're ever passing by an oak tree

And underneath, you see a single rose

Remember what's beneath the scattered leaves

A secret, where a single flower grows