If I were a Tree
Oh, how tall I would be
Seeing for miles around
Up to the sky and down on the ground
On the edge of a lake or on the side of a road
Shivering in the breeze, with branches bowed
Never tiring
Ever sighing.
I wish I were a tree
Oh, how colorful I would be
In the autumn in the dense tree growth
So many colors, not one can be loath
Small children jump in shed leaves
It seems magical, if you only believe
Orange, red, yellow and brown
Come outside, if you're ever feeling down.
If I were a tree I'd be an oak
Strong and graceful, useful to some folk
I would never fall
Neither for an ax nor a saw
Yes, I think I woul
If I were a Tree
Oh, how tall I would be
Seeing for miles around
Up to the sky and down on the ground
On the edge of a lake or on the side of a road
Shivering in the breeze, with branches bowed
Never tiring
Ever sighing.
I wish I were a tree
Oh, how colorful I would be
In the autumn in the dense tree growth
So many colors, not one can be loath
Small children jump in shed leaves
It seems magical, if you only believe
Orange, red, yellow and brown
Come outside, if you're ever feeling down.
If I were a tree I'd be an oak
Strong and graceful, useful to some folk
I would never fall
Neither for an ax nor a saw
Yes, I think I woul
Bloodied walls
Bloodied arms
Bloodied sins
You broke me
My strings've snapped
Are you happy now?!
You murdered me!
Broke my spirit!
I'm not perfect,
So what the hell do you want from me?!
I'm not some weak thing you can push around
I'm not some pitiful creature that's undeserving
I'm not some flaky clay that you can change into whatever the hell you want
...I'm not me anymore
...I have no soul
You ripped out what was left
The ashes are scattered
Everyone's gone
You especially
They were your sins
They were my arms and
That crushing Claustrophobia