Leaning

There's a seesaw bolted to the ground at the park.

And it stands there forever, watching kids come and play on it and ride it,

Tilting up and down and swinging back and forth.

Always either one way or another, it's never balanced.

But everyone knows that tomorrow it'll still be there.

'Cause it's bolted to the ground.

And it'll be there to support you forever, no matter how much it's tilted.