Of the old wicker chair

I sat and looked at my friend, the graceful old
Wicker Chair
My father and I, to him would tend, the aging old
Wicker Chair
Just to reminisce, I sometimes sit there, the dreamy old
Wicker Chair
I can laugh with no care, the playful old
Wicker Chair
My mum would carefully knit, the steady old
Wicker Chair
I could jump up and just fit, the familiar old
Wicker Chair

Pulling out the duster, I spruce, the dirty old
Wicker Chair
To what have you been reduced, the forgotten old
Wicker Chair

Of a burning desire to never again.

You've got me falling faster than flight,
My eyes can't see for the lack of light,
This scene's a lot more black than white,
As everybody's feeling so full of spite.

You have to take action, telling the truth,
Making advantage of a beautiful youth.
How long can we keep up such a facade?
How long before we're both too scarred.

In your temper, you threaten and lie,
A sudden regress, and you begin to cry.
A justified means to an end, perhaps,
But it's not long now before I collapse.

I urge you to take him, just take him away,
As it pains me far more to have you stay.
And into it I've entered, begun the fray,
And alone you'll leave me, I know it, some day.