Give me the strength to let you see
These leaves of me upon this tree,
I hope you can someday forgive what I’ve done,
I know it didn’t hurt you,
I’m the hurt one,

None may ever know who I truly am,
Not even I see the soul in my hand,
A faceless and invisible nothing in my heart,
A simple memory
Torn apart,

Under this tree of good fortune and good will,
I see the goodness but am saddened still,
For as I look down I see hundreds of pieces,
One life lost,
One life ceases,

One life crumbles everywhere I step,
I feel such guilt I can’t cope with or accept,
I can only keep walking as more pieces fall from this tree,
And all the pieces fall
Into the leaves of me,