The Constant

You were the constant in me
The branch to my falling leaf
As I recall the ways that I was once held by this tree
And it stays with me
Where I lay, windblown as such
A far cry from the place that I know we touched
Peace be still, my son find peace
I built all these bridges from rotted beams
Peace be still, my son find peace
To narrow the span between reprieves
And it takes all I have just to sit and breathe
But I'll trade up my lungs for your company
And I'll take what I can from what's offered me
I asked you to meet me in the middle, my love
But waves can't reclaim the sea
They're just spat back to the beach
And left to leave their footprints as foam
Inches from what they once called home
Peace be still, my son find peace
Peace be still, my son find peace
I built all these bridges from rotted beams
Peace be still, my son find peace
To narrow the span between reprieves
Peace be still, my son find peace
Your melody's like a science to me
I once was the fire in your poetry
But it seems that you left that, along with me
Your melody's like a science to me
A thin skin stretched over a frail machine
And between you and me, we can barely breathe
Barely breathe