Out of the Woods

When your roots are uprooted And your rose is dethorned And your seed is aborted Before it's been born Don't is just kill you For a while it was good When you thought that just maybe You were out You were out You were out of the woods The saplings in darkness Wave on morning's thrushes They know their sap sickens When eternity hushes Don't it just kill you I thought for one moment The system was calm No nomenclature Could make up for the bomb But sometime past midnight The sky opened up The angels lay dripping Their perfect eyes shut Don't is just kill you For a while it was good When you thought that just maybe You were out You were out You were out of the woods