I’m a wounded man on top of trees
Gazing at the world below my feet
Fickle feelings find a way to me
Like hard winds blowing when we’re lost at sea
Defeated pride
Finally got the chance to let go
Keeping it quiet
Not a worry in the world that we know
I can’t decide
If I should let the words spill out at a time like this
Bright skies
But I’ve been known to stay in on days such as this
