Sunlight. Miracle. | |
Made this seed of mine grow tall. | |
A tree so strong; it's all around me now. | |
But every little thing I do is poison to these tender roots. | |
The ways I try to make it grow; the branches break and leaves will blow. | |
New rain. Waterfall. | |
Made this tree of mine grow apples. | |
Flowers fall; they're all around me now. | |
Life is gone. This tree of mine is just hanging on a hope. | |
You say if I really want the leaves to show on it's own, | |
leave it alone and just let it grow. |