as branches reach out to tap your shoulders the hands you once held are wrinkled and older your thoughts are attached to a certain face a certain moment in a certain place smile to hide your deep disgrace frown to keep your mind in place blow the man of his head you'd think he'd thank you, but he cried instead she's keeping her head up in a pool of quicksand she's been beaten down by yet another man maybe you should reach down that branch from your shoulder you'd think you'd save her but that's just it
