In the End
As we fly away in time
into the never endless skies
locked somewhere inside our minds,
we get caught up in the leaves,
the branches tug at our seams
saying, 'Don't leave, don't leave.'
But we fly away in time
remembering what we would never want to be.
As we rest beneath the trees
fighting for our sanity
in the cool of the evening breeze
our eyes finally open
and we realize
they were never closed.
Just dull with the pain
of trusting anything
in this screwed-up world.
There's a tree inside of everyone,
growing up toward the sun
sometimes we only make it halfway
and die because it never rains
and sometimes our root is strong
and we learn to overcome.
It's hard to see the forest beyond the trees;
it's hard to see the goodness beyond the cruelty
I think God is a woodcutter,
but it just isn't yet time
to chop down these thorny forests
and burn them in the fire.
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