Another blatantly ripped off song. Not a poster. Deal with it.
After all the Lexies are in their boxes
And the kids are in bed, too
You can hear happiness walking on up the street
Footprints dressed in blue
And the wind cries, "Eras"
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the dirt the Lexies tracked in
Somewhere a Lexi is weeping
Somewhere they learn of their sin
And the wind, it cries, "Eras"
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
A blue not of sorrow,
But of happiness, instead
The green lights of the simple Lex are all dead
And the wind cries, "Eras"
Will the wind ever remember
The little Lexies that came and went?
With a breeze it blows away an ember
It returns it to from where it was sent
And the wind cries, "Eras"