i took a midnight walk through the forest scarred by fire
my footsteps fell on layers of ashes
the wind blew strong through leafless branches
it sounded like a song
and i heard the choir sing
“i’m not falling”
i’m not falling.

when the last leaf drops and there is nothing left
to open towards the sun
it’s the reaching roots gripping darkness deep
that keep the tree breathing
keep the tree standing, keep the tree breathing
it sounds just like a song
and i hear the choir sing
“i’m not falling”
i’m not falling.