In the town square echoes of life have faded away
This was a place where fun and laughter danced
Now no footsteps are heard, silence is all
Since the strange sickness arrived on that faithful day
Once busy shops, bars and cafes are cold and bare
Some doors hang open, some firmly shut
There is no bustle, no sounds, all is dead
And the town square slowly surrenders in despair
Slowly brick by brick the town square will decay
The clock, once proud, will cease to care for time
Goods in windows will fade and grow old
Since the strange sickness arrived on that faithful day
But nature will move with quiet patience
Ivy will grow in cracks in walls
Flowers will bloom between cobbles
The town square will experience a renaissance
Animals will wander through the decay
Making homes where once trade thrieved
Humans have gone but the earth will endure
Since the strange sickness arrived on that faithful day.