I’ve watched my life stumble by like leaves in the wind;
Currently I only get through the storm by acting like a tree,
quiet and independent.
It might not be the easiest way, but it’s the only way I know.
Happiness shouldn’t be taken for granted;
It’s about time everyone realizes that,
Not everyone knows how to be grass and not everyone knows how it feels to have friends around them like grass does.
All my life I have tried to make it out of the winter to see the summer,
but it will never matter.
I’m just a tree that lives and dies.
The Quill 