Laying on the forest floor, staring at the canopy,
The sunshine on my face is as though you are looking back at me.
I am lying, trapped below the sorrow of my painful memories;
I allow these burdens to lay upon my shoulders, for which there is no remedy.
The rays have gone, your smile fades, and now I am all alone.
I was swinging high, almost at my end, which left me here in trouble.
I miss you so much and wanted to touch the sky — all I wanted was a cuddle.
The saving grace, and why I am still here, is that you helped me free.
My time will come, but not just yet — there is so much more for me to see.
It’s not the past that I should let control the life that I now lead;
As a father and a husband, it is that in which I should now succeed.
So you see, from the one degree, the track I now travel
Seems so far from when my mind was a mess, such a muddle.
Although it still stands: it’s you I miss so deeply,
It’s the ones who are still here that I want to give a cuddle.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
Laying on the forest floor, staring at the canopy,
The sunshine on my face is as though you are looking back at me.
I am lying, trapped below the sorrow of my painful memories;
I allow these burdens to lay upon my shoulders, for which there is no remedy.
The rays have gone, your smile fades, and now I am all alone.
I was swinging high, almost at my end, which left me here in trouble.
I miss you so much and wanted to touch the sky — all I wanted was a cuddle.
The saving grace, and why I am still here, is that you helped me free.
My time will come, but not just yet — there is so much more for me to see.
It’s not the past that I should let control the life that I now lead;
As a father and a husband, it is that in which I should now succeed.
So you see, from the one degree, the track I now travel
Seems so far from when my mind was a mess, such a muddle.
Although it still stands: it’s you I miss so deeply,
It’s the ones who are still here that I want to give a cuddle.
