There's a boy in the backyard making faces at the sky
Dreaming of the day he'll finally fly
And though he has no wings he can still do anything
But he doesn't know if it's a lie
Meet me at the tree
Where rivers flow from the mercy seat
The things that we have built
Pain and progress
Joy and guilt
They fade
There's a man with a problem written on his face
He never saw it coming; his fatal fall from grace
Water far below and yet somehow he still knows
Life is still worth living for
There's a girl in the corner crying out her eyes
All the love that she had hoped in turned out to be lies
The day is growing cold and she has no one to hold
All she wants to know is why
Cause the sun is always rising around this ball of dust
And though happiness is fleeting there's joy that cannot rust
So just keep going one more day
I promise you it all will melt away
Meet me at the tree
Where rivers flow from the mercy seat
The things that we have built
Pain and progress
Joy and guilt
They fade
Oh meet me at the tree
Meet me at the tree
Please?
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alan pierce
Working on creative writing sword-and-sorcery stories, as well as essays on social change
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