Thoughtful Branches

Upon the thoughtful branches of my soul, my heart sings like a bird. I'm digging myself a lonely hole, deeper and deeper on your every word. Making myself suffer to be admired, overflowing with love no more. Oh how I long to be desired, my heart is now at war. I do imagine our footsteps in the sand, for this day was dark and cold. I reach but I can't grab your hand, I'm to deep in this hole. Everyone throws the dirt in on me, and I scream and shout. And once upon a life I struggle to be free, but no one will help me out. Is life a myth? I care not to be told, my lost self changes as I wait for the day, Upon the thoughtful branches of my soul, my heart will sing away!