Wounded Trees

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I’m so sorry,
Look what they’ve done to you,
They’re not thinking of your life,
When they act that way.

I see they’ve been kicking you,
Beating you,
Bruising you,
And wearing you down.

That’s the way that they’ve been acting,
Since the day that they were born,
Into a world where kings exert their will,
When a man’s been whipped so many times,
It’s the only thing he knows,
He’ll take it all out,
Shed the fall out,
On the things he can control.

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Like the trees,
These wounded trees.
They’re the telling of a disenfranchised soul,
The trees,
Their Beautiful leaves,
To abuse them you can’t possibly be whole.

I’m so sorry,
I know they’re hurting you,
And any life that gets into their way.
They’re clearly cutting you,
Burning you,
Chipping you,
And chopping you down.

That’s the way that they’ve been acting,
Since the day they call the fall.
When man chose to assume a godly roll.
Tell a man enough times,
He is lord above it all,
He will use all,
And abuse all,
Till he proves his mortal soul.

Look at these trees,
These wounded trees.
They’re the telling of a disenfranchised soul,
The trees,
Their Beautiful leaves,
To abuse them you can’t possibly be whole.

Aaaw the trees,
Fair forest trees.
The secrets lost,
That never will be told,
The trees their beautiful leaves.
To abuse them we can’t possibly be whole.

To abuse them
Over use them,
And lose them,
We can’t possibly be whole.

Copyright Mark E. Firehammer

Jennifer

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Where did I go before I met her?
Who did I know before she came?
Into my heart I’ve gone and let her,
Things will never be the same.

Emotions that my life has never shown me,
The beating of my heart within my chest.
The tremble when her flesh is pressed against me,
The fire of impassioned breathes caress.

Jennifer,
Whisper in my ear I love you,
Jennifer,
Pull your body near I want you,
Jennifer,
I’ll sing it loud and clear I love you,
Jennifer.

I had to know her name when I first saw her.
In the trees on that Virginia summer day.
I asked some silly question to be near her,
She answered smiled then turned and walked away.

That night the sound of music brought her to me,
The fire played in shadows on her face.
Her love of Croce music really threw me,
She held me in her chestnut eyes embrace.

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We said goodnight the morning came I missed her,
I longed for one more glimpse of her sweet face.
As the miles rolled away I wished I’d kissed her,
By then she was one hundred miles away.

I heard a sound and checked my rear view mirror,
I saw her out the window heard my name.
With a smile and a wave she pulled beside me,
Then sped away I knew we’d meet again.

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Eight months down the road in New York City,
The band was booked to play The Bitter End.
I was standing on the sidewalk feeling shitty,
I heard a voice and there she was again.

She looked into my eyes and saw the wonder,
As I stared into her souls familiar face.
The moment that we touched I felt the thunder,
Something came unleashed in that embrace.

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Copyright Mark E. Firehammer