Fallen and Broken

Branches swaying in the air that moves them
Like frantic hands out trying to save the fallen and broken
Are trying to tell me that things are changing
But I’m not listening
I believe what I’m believing
To grieve what I am grieving
Even the music is desperately pointing
To everything that is missing
It’s broken and all is ignoring
Hidden behind the noise and the air that moves them
Frantic hands are trying to save the fallen and the broken