I swing head first on the apple tree
My legs gripped tightly around a branch
My body sways with the wind
Back and forth
Forth and back

I let my arms hang
The blood rushes to my head
Gravity wants to pull me down
But it can't and won't
Won't and can't

As I climb down I find
My pants are ripped and I am bleeding
With my gasp, I faint
Will and can
Can and will