when i was a boy and full of hope
i'd yet to learn to tie a rope
but now the noose, so tightly wound
is around my neck as i fall down
and while i dangle o'er the ground
life takes on a softer sound
it slows it's pace and takes new shape
i've never felt so wide awake
and this i tell while swinging
from a rope with no beginning
attached to a tree i've never climbed
ready to take me to a time
where you and i were once divine
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