The Hanging Fruit

Like sweet apples
From a rotten tree
With bad seeds
Hanging from branches

And I feel myself snap
Off the frail twig
And I fall within seconds

But it feels like forever
And I hit the grass

And the tree seems so big
Towering over me
Blackened from the roots

The fruits never bat an eye
And I hate to admit it
But I wish I could be with them

They seem so happy
To hang from the tree

And I remain lonely
In the tall, dead grass
And I may know better
But I wish I never did

I wish I never did
I wish I never did
God can’t help me now
God can’t hеlp me now
I wish I never did
I wish I nеver did
God can’t help me now
God can’t help me now
God can’t help me now