• There’s a climbing vine upon my wall
    Reaching up to heaven, enthralled
    And it can only reach, stretching high
    Staring blatantly at the open sky
    Oh, oh, my *Passions crumbled
    Crumpled to the floor, I stumbled
    On my trek out the door
    I’ve never hated myself so much before
    Who would have known I would have cried?
    Could have, long ago they died
    The emotions that keep us all alive
    And all I’ve had was my vine to thrive
    But now it’s gone, a wilted mess
    The wall stands naked, undressed
    The room is empty, desecrated
    Thanks to you and what we created
    Because you’ve gone, and left me here
    To me you became everything dear
    And I know it’s you I can’t blame
    That you threw it all away in shame
    So I’m reaching, stretching high
    Crying openly to the sky
    Reaching to heaven in pain
    But my white grown has a stain
    Oh, oh, my stairs have crumbled
    Crumpled to the ground, I’ve stumbled
    Of the cliff and into sky
    Falling because like the vine I’m tied
    And I had always been enthralled,
    Staring from my wall
    But now I’ve wilted and fallen


    * passions is a kind of vine, a plant.