The earth in me

When the climb began I came to you,
In some effort of eventually swallowing pride. below the route in the middle of me, I journey well alone towards the beast from the east

Now it's hard to describe the grapples of me,
I pray for stones to push out as needed, when I speak in the dark like a silent plea
Maybe she will notice maybe comfort will bury me
Between the hardest rock and relatively speaking of my parents plot,
The story inscribed on the family tree, it was the arrow you shot that buried me with

I balanced out the apple and eye, took aim for the sky, gave the birds the thought,
Now it's probably all as well to say, the game in my head is in scribing on the earth's reply

Gave sentiment to the dirt and the leaves, waving goodbye, all sedintary to the Calgary, waited stained in blood and soaked my knees, prayed to my dad's god that you would understand me