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Feel the wind burn through my skin The pain, the air is killing me For years my limbs stretched to the sky A nest for birds to sit and sing But now my branches suffer And my leaves dont bear the glow They did so long ago One day I was full of life My sap was rich and I was strong From seed to tree I grew so tall Through wind and rain I could not fall But now my branches suffer And my leaves dont offer Poetry to men of song Trees like me werent meant to live If all this world can give Pollution and slow death Oh Lord I lay me down No lifes left to be found Theres nothing left for me Trees like me werent meant to live If all this earth can give Is pollution Trees like me werent meant to live (Oh Lord I lay me down) If all this earth can give (My branches to the ground) Is pollution and slow death (Theres nothing left for me) Oh Lord I lay me down My branches to the ground Theres nothing left for me https://youtube/watch?v=fANTtBJoXcA
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 14:59:34 +0000

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