Limbs stretch out and droop downwards in warning
The wind whistles and shrieks in a desperate yearning
Leaves are hiding in the dirt
The earth seems to always fall short

Humanity is taking without a sound
Knees are padded by the wet ground
The dirt under bare feet is a red sand
It burns in my cracked hands

Seeping through my hold like a useless thought
I was thankful for the chaos the rain brought
Droplets hits the impenetrable dirt and still remain on the surface
I am nothing but stillness on my knees waiting to drown, accepting my life purpose

I once loved a willow tree so full life
She died waiting for me, and my love was a knife
I took all that was offered; I stripped her of her clothing
I thought for sure my love would fill her with loathing

Her limbs lost it's skin and twisted in sadness
But my willow did not leave me alone in my madness
So selfless my dead willow is on this dying land
She gives and gives to this broken man

Giving it all to my begging body and empty word
Save me when the water gets to high and my begs are no longer heard