A Park Bench

sitting on this bench
i cannot cope
sitting on this bench
i’ve lost all hope

after our breakup i’ve been in sorrow
since then i’ve been a torn sweater
worst of all that was years ago
i don’t see myself getting any better

despite the tears flowing in my eyes
i look around and see the world
i watch on as a tiny ant dies
and i see a worm get caught by a bird

sitting on this bench
i’m trying to cope
sitting on this bench
i’ve little hope

i keep looking as the bird flies to its nest
and feel a weight come off my chest
as little heads pop up crying to be fed
this act of love stays in my head

i think of how my mother cared for me
and how in the end the world is quite loving
my heart smiles a smile you cannot see
i’ve finally started recovering

sitting on this bench
i’ve learned to cope
sitting on this bench
i’ve regained hope

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