Tree Mates from willing by K. John Casey

Coming down our dusty street
I can see them from the balcony
All the angels and they oversee
Here in the land of giant trees

The future's past and the present's sent
All those old days came and went
The future is a resilient beast
Surrounds herself with all our dreams

Don't write me off just yet
I haven't lost the will to believe
Fallen's not the same as forlorn
And I've still got some tricks up my sleeve

And away no more than four hours drive
Rest the feelings of a former life
Rest the friends and the ones who know
Just how long it took to get going

A lot of days now are only great
Although I can tend to isolate
Feels warm as an open fire
And I do what triers do

Don't write me off...

• Alternative
• Australia
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• Swan Hill