it'll pass, it'll pass, it'll pass
It was more a prayer than anything
Lying, canopied by the willow tree
Whose tendrils bind and cover me

I am unruly and wild;
I peered behind closed curtains
To catch a glimpse of the sky

Climbing from limb to limb
Limp and lifeless: the bark beneath me
My arms wrestle with the branches
But my mind wrestles with the sky

I will stay here until I die