A lonesome tree stands bare
Branches scratching the sky in joy
Strong against the storm raging
Thunder and lighting raining down
But not forever will the tree stand

The wind will howl
Branches will snap
The tree will hurt
The lightning will strike
The bark ignite
The tree will burn

We
We are that tree
All alone in the storm
Our busy lives
Our regretful choices
Our darkest memories
We will break
We will burn
We will hurt


But what we must do after that hurt
Is reach out
And scrape our sky again.