The Heart, the Soul
Carried forth between two trees
It seems the wind has got the best of me
Pushing me off of my two feet
I crumble down into the soil
The sun licks at me
And I gaze tiredly towards the sky
Alone between two trees
The gap where the sun lies
The sun lies
Your soul dies
Lost it seems, but the direction is clear
I suppose the only thing holding me back is fear
I try to pull myself back up
But the soil sticks to me like glue
It beats upon me, abusing my mind
My black clothes swelter, I wasn't ready for this
The two trees grin upon my woe
The dread stays and your soul goes
The sun grins
Your heart thins
I wish I can reach between those trees
To stand upon the air - to see what God sees
As my woe deepens in the soil
Would I not look down upon myself...
Only to see me spoil
I suppose you can stay where you are
After all you are too far
To find me and heal
I've fallen between two trees and the sun cannot feel
But tear the heart
And scorch the soul
I was carried here
Could I be carried once more?
Would anyone out there find me?
I suppose the one that's far
Can heal the scorching scar
If one could mend a scorching...torn-up soul
If one could bear this heart to hold
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