Familiar Branches

Underneath familiar branches I
Ponder and dwell on
the past
The years have taken
Taken their toll on us
We no longer breathe
so easily
In my mind I picture a time when
Things seemed straightforward and
clean

Under this mantle that once seemed so right
I'm afraid I'm
approaching the end
My tether worn down
My smile turns to a frown
Oh these
wounds become harder to tend

Under way the path has been rough
There's a
limit to what one can bear
The blows have left their indelible scars on
us
The future may well be impaired
In truth I dread to dwell on the
fact
That those limbs seem so lifeless and dead

Under this mantle that once
seemed so right
I'm afraid I'm approaching the end
My tether worn down
My
smile turns to a frown
Oh these wounds become harder to tend

Under this
mantle that once seemed so right
My tether worn down my smile now a
frown
Harder harder to tend
Harder harder harder to mend
Harder so much
harder
Harder to mend