Like a tree in a park
Or a rock on a hill
I just sit there, Waiting…Wondering
When I hit rock bottom
Will the pain go away?
Will the troubles I face fade before me?
When the edge of a cliff stands before my eyes
Like an opportunity calling my name
The wind lifts my feet like a mother and child
Still I sit there ignoring the fate I see
The great fall of death wasn’t meant to be
Till I can figure out what’s troubling me
I just sit there, Thinking…Planning
The wind’s touch is as soft as a rose
Light as a feather yet my body is as heavy as my heart
It thumps and it thumps like a steady-beat drum
Louder and Louder, I can hear it speaking
The illusions I see tend to frighten me
Still I sit there, Hoping…Begging