Oh how I stand for what I believe,
Oh how I falter to my knees.
Only these still timeless trees
Understand what it means to see.
Oh how we amble through the forests
With our high hopes and our torches.
These whispers and these forces
Through this grapevine could outsource us.
I have seen the magnified soul
and I no longer need to be whole.
But will I love forever more?
Or will the torch burn out before
My simple supposed perfections
Recollect their misconception.
They'll take back what was theirs,
and trade their souls for prayers.
How minds shift past what shows innate fear
And strive to be safe from retrospective tears.