More To Me

Disclaimer: This is my own personal interpretation.

I'm a wounded man on top of trees (Trees symbolize spiritual death and rebirth. He regained his faith through learning from a lifestyle he regrets and is still affected by)

Gazing at the world below my feet (Realizes there is more to life, yet sees the world is lost)

Fickle feelings find a way to me Like hard winds blowing when we're lost at sea (Superficial things and relationships have found their way to him. The further we are from truth, the more we are affected by these things)

Defeated pride (Let his ego go, the perennial enemy of a spiritual life)

Finally got the chance to let go (From his recent experiences, he had the opportunity to change)

Keeping it quiet Not a worry in the world that we know (He knows people won't understand, keeps to himself)

I can't decide If I should let the words spill out at a time like this Bright skies (He's excited about the positive direction his life has turned in, but isn't sure people will be receptive to hear and understand this radical change)

But I've been known to stay in on days such as this (He was depressed, doomed. That's how people had seen him lately)

Keep it inside And swallow whatever it is that keeps you warm (She won't admit to anyone she was deceiving and controlling him. She's going to move on and find someone else to do the same to)

Holding back from what's to come I crush you I take it back cause you're all that I've been up to (He's taking back control of his life, all his energy was devoted to her. Now she will get nothing)

I can't react and it's numbing me And taking up all of my time (The less he interacts with her, the less he feels for her. He still spends all his time sorting things out in his head)

So quiet (Finally at peace) There's more to me that I am yet to find (He knows where he stands now, but needs to grow more spiritually)

Take it slowly I thought the trees were begging me to climb (He realized he needed to leave the superficial life of the world behind and return to his spiritual life)

Take it slowly There's more to me that I am yet to find (He was so detached from his true self, there is much he still has to learn. He knows it's going to be a process and needs to take it day by day)

Take it slowly Even though you're always on my mind (Even though his past relationship still lingers in his mind, he's not turning back to his old life)

When I get to see your face again Can't help the way that I have been When keeping quiet's become a trend That's why it's hard for me to end (He looks forward to the afterlife. Because talking about spirituality and religion has become politically incorrect or impolite, he's still having a hard time letting go of his old life)

All the countless hours I would spend Making it work out up in my head (Making this change in his life required a lot of self refection)

Now I'm filled up with only regret There is no way to just forget (He regrets all the choices he's made, taking him down the wrong path. He learned from them but will always be stuck with the memory of his past)

"There's more to me that I have yet to find" should be "There's more to me that I am yet to find"

Disclaimer: My interpretation of this song is very personal to my life as it pertains to the untimely and painful suffering/ ultimate death of my father, but I want to share with all as it has helped me tremendously. I treat the lyrics as if my subconscious/soul is speaking to me.

I'm a wounded man on top of trees. -I have suffered a great loss and I am "climbing to get back to normal, at what I think currently is the top."

Gazing at the world below my feet. -disconnected from the real world/in another place mentally.

Fickle feelings find a way to me. -Fickle definition: changing frequently, especially as regards one's loyalties, interests, or affection. -unsure of myself, actions and feelings.

Like hard winds blowing when were lost at sea. -Analogy to describe being lost and without hope, up against it all.

Defeated pride, finally got the chance to let go.

• I've swallowed my pride to come to terms with what is happening and found acceptance.

Keeping it quiet, not a worry in the world that we know. -Supressing my feelings and staying strong for the rest of the family through these hard times, but also not engaging with my father as he deserves when near to death.

I can't decide if I should let the words spill out at a time like this. -Processing doubt within my decisions. Am I being helpful or not?

Bright skies, but I've been known to stay in on days such as this. -wish washing between the good and bad feelings from person to person/can't be there to help at all times.

Keep it inside and swallow whatever it is that keeps you warm.

• Stay strong for everyone else. When I feel weak, think of happy thoughts.

Hold it back, for what's to come might crush you. -Not only am I doing this for others, but I am doing it for myself as well. Because if the full realization hits me it may be unbearable.

I take it back, because you're all that I've been up to and I can't react. -Feeling self doubt as to whether what I am doing is the right thing or not, making it hard to react.

And it's numbing me, taking up all of my time. -These feelings are overwhelming and all encompassing.

So quiet, there is more to me that I have yet to find. -Give me space, I know I can do better.

Take it slowly. -I am only human.

I thought the trees were begging me to climb. -I just want to escape.

Even though you're always on my mind. -I shouldn't feel this way. I need to be strong.

When I get to see your face again. -Accepting death and consolation of the fact, knowing that I will meet this person in the afterlife.

Can't help the way that I have been. -apologising for the actions I have taken.

When keeping it quiets become a trend. -its getting obvious to others that my quiet "strength" is showing my inner pain.

That's why it's hard for me to end. -As my true colors show, I grow more stubborn in an attempt to mask them.

All the countless hours I would spend making it work out up in my head. -Constantly battling with myself as to whether i am doing the right thing or not.

Now i'm filled up with only regret, there is no way to just forget. -I have chosen wrong and have to live the rest of my life in regret of the poor decisions I have made.