Like a naked autumn tree
I stretch my arms to thee
Shorn of leaves, bare dull and grey
Towards your mercy my thoughts flee
The rope of life stretches long
I think I reach somewhere I belong
Wandering far and wide and new
it's only around your spool all along
My throat aches with thorns of thirst
My wounds open and crack
Lips parch and eyes wander in this melee
Towards your mercy my thoughts flee
