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I'm a branch that never made it to the ground
It was cold and dry that autumn morning. My leaves had already left.
The sun was still out, I could see the spot I'd land, and already took my last breath.
But as the day of my falling came no longer calling, I asked why this isn't a wrap.
Started shaking and twisting, "oh could this be it, please", I finally heard that great snap!
I'm descending gently, no worries, it's ending! But why do I feel like I'm bound?
You gotta be kidding, the doom was impending.
I'm a branch that never made it to the ground.
They said one day you'll fly, and it's the best reason why, you get to become something much more.
A park bench, a piece of paper, I will be forever grateful, if I could just get to the floor.
But wait, now let me think. Is it really what they think. Can branches be anything else?
Perhaps all those trees I've seen, you know the ones with all the green, have a bright future, unlike myself.
Because all my dreams and hopes, they got me through the can'ts and don'ts, and the winters that always would pound.
But now I feel warm, just like I've been reborn.
But I'm a branch that never made it to the ground.
My family, they caught me, would not let me fall. I'm getting the whole picture here.
The minute you suffer, you're given a buffer, then things suddenly become clear.
Each night I lay here looking up at the stars, just thankful for the love that I've found.
It's not a curse, it could be worse, I was able to write this verse.
And happily, I am a branch that never made it to the ground.