All alone now and all lostIn the bluest part of nightI am...

All alone now and all lost

In the bluest part of night

I am begging my branches

To keep fighting for the light.

I see the storm advancing

I stand away from the rest

I once was the tree the birds

Would call Home to hold their nests.

All lost now and all alone

Growing brave into the sky

Pretending the sounds of saws

Will always just pass me by.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-