The Tree


i see these gems there like stars trying to shine so bright
in the middle of the night
all i see is them looking down on me
like all i am is a little tree
getting blown over in the wind
just try in not to bind
try in not to get blown over once again
just gotta pull through the pain
just gotta keep on fighting
until i see the lightening
its coming towards me with the storm
just gotta stay warm
just gotta pull through
until i get threw
now im on the ground
and all i can do is listen to the sound
of it all
im just too small
to go on any longer

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