Please, if you could
For this tree uprooted in the wood
Send a note to the hearts
That hurt like hell should
Send it to all who grieve
And make perfectly clear that it
May have fallen
But it's still here
May have fallen
But it's still breathing
Still stretching its leaves
To the crown canopy of the sun
Tell them to still feel the rain
Tell them to no longer fear the sun
Tell them:
"Now that you've woken up
To that empty space you sought
Realise time won't heal a god damned thing."
I'll take them by surprise
Might even paralyse
When the sun shines on them
And they no longer turn to ice
It's time to dig up everything they lost
Because forgetting just isn't forgiving
And no matter how much it feels needed
There are just some things that can't be buried
So find the map they invented drawn out with self-doubt
And dig till you reach the roots that they forgot existed
Then tell them:
"Just know that even though you fell
And even though you lost face
Everything you stand for
Still stands today
The roots make it this way
They belong to you."