I was a tower once - tall enough to measure and to talk those tree tops down.
You were illustrious - old enough to know what keeps you rooted to the ground.
I need a miracle - not some kind of slight of hand or a justified coincidence.
Why did he leave us all?
Convinced yourself he's better off or better yet the best is to come.
What if he turns out like his mother?
Then I want to go back to Sand Pike and do it all over again.
I tore my branches off.
If I can't lift you up then I can never let you down.
You were industrious until we broke the body down.
The body worked and now it does not.
What if she slows down and takes the corner?
Then I want to go back to Sand Pike and do it all over again.
Some days, I get lost in the what-if's and should-have-done's.
I did it. No, I am the one!
Don't get down on options. None of us could stop it.
Some days I don't even leave the house.
Some days I'm amazed I'm alive at all.
Filled to the brim with blood, bones to hold me up, and all the time it took.