From where I stand,
I can see how the leaves try,
To hold on dearly
Lest the tree lets them fall.
From where I stand,
I hear how the wind blows,
Finding its path,
Never settling in peace.
From where I stand,
I feel how the clouds fall apart,
When they finally get full
And it’s painful to hold together.
From where I stand,
I watched how the sun loved the moon,
It kept dying to let her live,
Giving his own light in the darkness.
From where I stand,
I am not sure where to hold on,
Because from where I stand,
Is a trainwreck I got caught in.