god i cant think of anything
i, lonely and vulnerable could do
without the quiet accompaniment
of a song i like to call, you

for i, little lonely and vulnerable me
used to play with the birds
and chirp to the trees
until a cloud came to past
and don't rush me please believe,
the sun was still around
but days became overcast

for even i, little lonely and vulnerable me
could notice a slight difference
and the dust could agree
that the now wilted grass
and old lumping trunks
would soon swift away
and fade into the ducts

oh but yes i, little lonely and vulnerable me
believed that the sun
kept engraved but a tiny plea
a song full of life
that fought with what was left
to the break in the clouds
held a verse to a knife like a theft

for yes i, little lonely and vulnerable me
that used to play with the birds
and dance in the trees
soon saw the crack
which was there all along i plead
released into the shadows
was the breath from which i lacked, from which i need