Out of Reach

Here I am
Still dressed in Childhood
Wide eyed innocent
Afraid of the world

Large shoes
A big sky
Strange trees
In mourning

It's Winter, Mother
Come back to me
My hands are so cold and red
Without yours

Your voice calling me
Calling me
This time I swear
I would run home

You say, Go away
It's Spring
And you'll be fine
I'm a dying tree
Struck by lightning

Oh, Mother...
No...

Without you,
It's never Spring
But I suppose the seasons
Don't listen to me

Here I am
Still dressed in Childhood
Still sleep walking to you
In my dreams

And no matter how much
You grow your branches
Too tall
I still reach for you

Oh, My arms are tired
I'm so tired

Please, don't ever let me
Become a Tree...