My Arboretum

On mountain tops, and I feel low

In the heart race, I'm running slow

You see the leaves shake, I see them blow

See a man fall a thousand times

To fall again, and then know why

It is spring time and I am blind

Smash your fist across my face

Poor me in a lonely place with a hand in a hand I don't deserve

You can feel high, while I feel low

All things holy

Come, to pass us slowly

Great loves, truly & only lay down to die lonely

Now you see how I feel

Smash your fist across my face

Poor me in a lonely place with a hand in a hand I don't deserve

While your arboretum sky sings out there, inside is a blank black wall stare

For light, turn me to you

But you know I'm low