Description
From Chapter 6, “Longing,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act I: Love Awakens.
“Branches, bending, bending, afraid to break, still trembling from the storms I’ve faced. You write your heart’s cry on falling leaves, and somehow your words keep settling in me,” invites us into a quiet space where Belle's vulnerability and hope gently intertwine. The song reminds us that even in moments of fear and uncertainty, there is a chance to lean toward trust and healing. Listening feels like holding a fragile leaf, discovering courage in the small, steady acts of grace that help us grow beyond past pain. It’s a reflection of love’s patient strength and the quiet power of presence.
Lyrics
I read your dream and tried not to feel,
Told myself it wasn’t real.
But your words found places I’d sealed,
The wind through the trees turned the wheel.
You dreamed of a garden divided by light,
Where you reached, and I walked out of sight.
Leaving you standing in the edge of night.
Is that just you longing to love me right
You call love a gift that doesn’t demand;
I don’t know that I fully understand.
Branches, bending, bending, afraid to break,
Still trembling from the storms I’ve faced.
You write your heart’s cry on falling leaves,
And somehow your words keep settling in me.
You said leaves can carry what words can’t hold,
As I read, I wondered what they foretold.
I saw my name between every line,
Feared the light offered might really be mine.
I’ve learned to hide so I won’t fall,
But maybe fear’s the cage after all.
Branches , bending, bending, learning to trust,
Shedding the armor of doubt and dust.
They say perfect love drives out all fear,
Maybe that’s why you’re still standing near.
Because patience waits, and patience prays,
It doesn’t chase, it quietly stays.
So, if you’re still there beneath those trees,
Ask the wind to carry your peace to me.
Final Chorus
Branches , reaching, reaching toward the sky,
Maybe I don’t need to ask you why.
If grace can grow, where the hurt has been,
Maybe the light brings me back again.
You sent your leaves; I felt them fall.
I looked back once… and that says it all.
I’ll lift one gently in my hands,
Then I’ll remember, what in me… you see.
