I walked out on a limb for you My fascination with the view Lead me to my reject my nest First one foot and then the next My balance shrill and ill-disposed Harmonized while wind composed A tragic song of aching words That first seemed sweet and then the birds Realized rootless I had stepped No wings to right the disconnect Between the branch and the great tree The limb it trembled underneath The quake unseen by your dark head My faith a testament instead To cold and unforgiving stone Far beneath the branch that moaned Unable to support the weight Of trusting, willing, twisted faith My nest was warm and safe and fine Until your words mingled with mine And then it seemed an empty mound Of sticks and twigs so unprofound That stepping out was only right My boldness such a blazon sight And then you sharpened your sweet axe So swift and fierce was your attack