I'm standing here in the middle of the forest
The trees spring up like young children on Christmas morning
The virgin green leaves carrying the same sense of innocence
There's no sound this deep in the bush
Just a broken man kept together by painful memories
Each thought a needle that pierces my skin
Each tear I shed breeds new life in the soil beneath my feet
The tears help the trees grow tall
My tears have imprisoned me here
Falling victim to the solitude that keeps me safe
I reconcile my feelings with the tip of this knife
It's sharp like the memories that pierce my skin
Forgiving like the tears that you shed
Bitter tears for the sake of my lost ways
My thoughts rapid like an angered river
It's hard to escape a guilt that's so persistent
Relentless like waves crashing on the shore
One after another pummeling my self-worth with noticed prejudice
I look up as your voice peeks through the canopy and sheds light on my skin
I feel the warmth of the sun soaking into my pores
Your voice ignites a fire beneath my feet
Finally, I’ve found a way out
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