Roots dug deep in the earth unseen
But storms came fierce with winds that bite
And cracked my base in dead of night
Now part of me leans, broken, low
While the rest still strains for sky to show
I’m not what I was, not whole, not free
But I am still a tree
Roots dug deep in the earth unseen
But storms came fierce with winds that bite
And cracked my base in dead of night
Now part of me leans, broken, low
While the rest still strains for sky to show
I’m not what I was, not whole, not free
But I am still a tree