There is a tree,
She stands alone, away from the rest
She sways softly from side to side
But she is content,
For she is in all her glory.
There is a tree,
She once was a seed,
She was a wandering spirit.
Lost to all including herself.
But she is content,
For she is in all her glory.
Some days the sun will beat extra hard,
And she will smile, feeling happy.
She is content,
For she is in all her glory.
There is a tree,
She stands alone away from the rest.
She sways softly from side to side
Crying tears
Tears for her beloved sunshine
Sunshine that was taken away from her.
There is a tree
Her heart is black, her glory is gone
She is dying,
But her spirit will live on.
For from deep within the dying heart,
A seed blooms...
The seed of hope...
