Waterlog

A tip of mossy wood

Betrays my presence

Submerged brown hidden

My swollen body dragged

along in silence

I was not made for lying down

I might support you

When you rest

Or cut your thighs to ribbons

I'll turn a steel hull

Towards the valley

With the power I've been given

I have stories

No one listens

An ill wind sent me spinning

My shoots roots and ties

Failed their mission

set me drifting with the tide

I might support you

When you rest

Or cut your thighs to ribbons

I'll turn a steel hull

Towards the valley

With the power I've been given

There's more to me that meets the eye

Treat me kindly remember I

Held birds and children high

Once upon a time

I might support you

When you rest

Or cut your thighs to ribbons

I'll turn a steel hull

Towards the valley

With the power I've been given

With the power I've been given