It's hard.

You see them walking towards the cliffside, but you can't stop them from falling.

You can cry out and try to warn them, but they won't listen to you.

There's people standing on the clouds, dangling great ideas and promises, as long as they follow the false road. 

"Come with us!" The cloud people shout with glee. "Just walk off the cliff, your faith will let you soar up like angels with us!"

I can only watch, safe in the strong and ancient branches of this oak-tree.

I can only watch as one-by-one, they all tumble down into the rocky sea below.