Like Trees - Rose Cousins

I swear your nerves are thick like trees

You sit so still, do you breathe?

The world comes just to your knees

Scars like leather, weather, and age

Softest when they meet the grave

We may never be saved

Saved

Saved

I thought that I could lift anything

The rain from the ground

Your ship from the deep

You’re probably stronger than me

Me