You plucked my heart as from branches on a tree, 
And down on bended knee, 
I bled till green was red, 
And I could barely see. 

You sunk your teeth in it's ripened flesh, 
And I cringe to feel the bite. 
But breathe again with brand new breath,
And see with brand new sight. 

Cradled in your arms I fall, 
Too weak to bear my weight. 
And marvel the strangness of it all, 
That I might choose this fate. 

You smooth my hair to soothe the pain, 
As rain begins to pour, 
A dozen little drops are scouts, 
Then come a thousand more.

"Forgive me!" You cry! 
But before I can reply,
You pluck your own fruit from the tree, 
And condemn yourself to die. 

Before you took me from the bough, 
I was in all this world alone.
And though oblivion might face me now, 
I've made this death my own.

The world is such a heavy thing, 
But together we will go. 
Tomorrow will see what tomorrow brings, 
And tomorrow we will know.