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.

Chorus:
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