Sun shine on me, moon wash my face by night?
Let the day be a day, I mean, a real day, where I can feel alive
Oh so many rain clouds have cast their shadows, yet I smell the dust
Surely by now __ I must be leather?
A walking dead

Hello, face in the mirror
I must say, your eyes throw a scare, when I study their gaze
Fear is what I see, timidity __ a fear of being hurt
If I should let myself venture outside once more,
    Where will it take me? To hell on earth?

Run, and run far away
Safety lay in the hills of forbidden canyons,
Just over the ridge of sanity
Yes, you heard it right __ sanity!
Let them all think insanity has found you and they will leave
Funny how that is __ fearful words of losing ones mind

I am a tree chopped down, bark removed,
scarred by fires of the forest
Beaten, till my pulp has been removed, dying on my feet
Standing steadfast, in the heart of terra firma
Cutworms eat at my roots, working hard to bring me down
Count the rings, and see that they are relatively few
Weather and gale force winds, have caused roots to fan
    plunging, still deeper to some not called for abyss

There is no magic potion, no words
Life will do what it bloody well pleases and when it chooses
Control is not in our hands, at least it’s not in mine
I wouldn’t care nor dare to say I understand life and it’s meaning
It is, what it is for however long it may be

And I am here and you are here on the banks of some unknown river
Where you paused to read this poem
I just pray the sun and the moon,
    will throw some light on these withering branches
     __ some time.

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