No Returning For Me

No Returning For Me

The tree at the bottom of my garden keeps a-calling me
It's been calling me for some time, tempting me
What you want from me, just let me be,
For I don't want to play amongst your branches

Not just yet, go away...but it's a beautiful, beautiful Oak tree
But if I go down the ravine...There'll be no returning for me
I've been collecting rope, from wherever I see
As we go in our trekking trips, ending on the beach's

That's when I find some good lengths of rope,
Always roll them bring it with me
That's to make that swing, the Oak tree keeps inviting me
Am scared of the tree, at bottom of my garden you see

For when am sad, or alone, and misery takes hold of me
Would it be a relief swinging,  from that beautiful Oak tree
But if I go down the ravine, there'll no returning for me
As a youngster I saw a man...swinging from a tree

He's face distorted, swollen tongue made such an impression on me
I've never forgotten that image...really disturbing me
Has been on my mind, the beautiful Oak tree
But if I go down the ravine, there'll be no returning for me

Sometimes the pain within, never, ending you see
How I miss those I loved, they have abandoned me
Leaving me bereft forsaken lost...and I with the pain in my heart
Would be quite easy to swing, from that beautiful Oak tree

Perhaps I should put a swing on it...so the temptation will lessen
Some friends pretend to be there, pretend to be there for me
But all they do is take it all ...giving  nothing in return
Am left with this  imbalance, inside of me

I really don't want to feel like this, it doesn't help me
Why do they take advantage of me !!!
Am a struggling soul, always fighting for my little corner of this world  
But if I go down the ravine...there'll be no returning me.

                               By Connie James