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.