...My Comfort, My Reason to Hold On to the Ever Slipping World...Until I Can Cry...
The mob is screaming Echoing painfully in my ears, my swollen ears but If I can find a way To break free of the mangled mess of bodies Then I can find My Safe Tree, the one I escape to when life Decides that I am too, Far too vulnerable to fight back Still Still I hang on to the gentle arms that Surround my aching soul Make me feel loved that way no one else has My Safe Tree, my comfort My reason to keep going My reason to keep believing My reason to hold on the ever slipping world My reason For crying at the dead of night while others sleep My reason for standing stock still in the face of Faces; dirty, sweaty, hard and evil Because I am strong until I can run to my Safe Tree and Breathe