All of the days when the skies
Are soft and cloudy
The night like trees
Grow high up above
And when the rain falls down
I seem to be lonely
Thinking of love and compassion
The day falls in line with the heart
At the end of the rope
There is a tire hanging
A sleeping man lulls in a hammock
Peace is easy and creeps in suddenly
My life is a sum of my lows
In the highest places
There is only the darkness
That carries me
I always wondered what destitution is
Or where I would be
If my life would be a lonely road
In the heartbreak, you'd be passing by
Crossing my heart, till I hope to die