With no place to hold onto
I try to grab hold of the branches I used to climb
Often I miss them completely
More and more they start to slip away.
Often I let them go, just for a while
And they start to wither and die.
You help me out
You try and climb up with me
Some days I’m sitting in the branches with you
But while you’re up with the light
I’m sinking again.
Shouldn’t burn down my tree.
Shouldn’t sit in the cold.
But the closer you come the farther I run
I wish to be save
But don’t know how to be saved
A rope hangs from the branches…
