But We Have to Keep Swinging

A swingset in a park, the grass around high
Clouds are black, up comes the nigh
Mulch is soggy and swings are wet
As they go back and forth, creek creek goes swingset
Children don't play, it's not a good day
They sit in their homes, they sit and they wait
The swingset keeps swinging, back and forth it goes
And it will keep swinging, till the children come, who knows?
But the air is cold, the sky is dark, rain falls down
It falls like small, tiny worlds jut hitting the ground
These worlds pass and pass as the swingset keeps swinging
Cuz the swingset has a purpose and it's still believing
Believing and swinging never slowing at all
It swings through the seasons, summer, spring, winter, and fall
Someday the chain will break, the rust will just crumble
And the swing will land on the ground and there is nothing but a mumble
I never slowed down, why did I end up like this?
And this is the fact that is always missed
The rain came, the rust grew, and over time you broke
Isn't that all of us, the stress grew, we broke?