كلمات Familiar Branches

Underneath familiar branches I Ponder and dwell on the past The years have taken Taken their toll on us We no longer breathe so easily In my mind I picture a time when Things seemed straightforward and clean Under this mantle that once seemed so right I'm afraid I'm approaching the end My tether worn down My smile turns to a frown Oh these wounds become harder to tend Under way the path has been rough There's a limit to what one can bear The blows have left their indelible scars on us The future may well be impaired In truth I dread to dwell on the fact That those limbs seem so lifeless and dead Under this mantle that once seemed so right I'm afraid I'm approaching the end My tether worn down My smile turns to a frown Oh these wounds become harder to tend Under this mantle that once seemed so right My tether worn down my smile now a frown Harder harder to tend Harder harder harder to mend Harder so much harder Harder to mend