Sunday, January 9, 2011


How they stand to watch over me,
against a thousand years of rock,
great pines as solid as anything
you can count on

They grip the cliffs and refuse to let go
I don't blame them at all
for it is when the grip eases
that the world falls down

But there is a time when letting go
is the only way to survive in the end
And they will come down one day
as I will surely fall to my knees

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