Hang

Breathe silently or make the ghostly voice surrender

Stride carefully or let the forest bleed forever

I shall pick the tallest tree

Strong and sturdy just for me

Ask it if I may end my days

Clambering its graceful frame

Rising up high, scenic beauty unfolds

Only the wind scouting these grounds makes a sound

Breathe silently or make the voices die forever

Strive carefully or let the forest be my shelter

Leave, violently or make it all be for the better

Hide, stealthily or let me peacefully surrender

And once I tied and formed a sling

I saw a bird that had a broken wing

The bird was tired, could barely sing

Is this pain all that my life can bring?

And all it took was a piece of string

Around a stick to mend the broken wing

Through the forest now its voice could ring

Bow for this tree now has a brand new king!

And all the while I hung

From the oak's eldest son

Dangling in the breeze

As the mother of the broken

Is this beauty not lovable?

Enough to change my mind?

Soaking in the silence

Anguish lingering

Hang

Hang

Hang

Hang