Silhouettes of trees on the night sky,
Silhouettes of my body passing by,
Reaching, extending, but never touching.
Growing, molding, getting older,
Joining life but facing death,
limb by limb, getting higher, your potential peaking.
Your growth is studded, reaching nothing but becoming something.
Needing, breeding, but never achieving.
The pain from bleeding but the scars it's leaving reminds you of conquered battles.
Hunt me, hurt me, leave me be,
A climatic cry from the tops of trees as the wind bruises their egos and cuts through their leafs.
Strength and power, I'm a coward.
Kill me dead or let me live,
I served a purpose but they needed something else instead.
