Trees
I am a tree
now very big yet, I'm still growing you see
as the wind trys to break me I try to be flexiable and bend
I try to focus on my roots and learn
I wanna grow tall and firm
weeping willow why so sad?
the sun still shines for you
God will follow through
so sing a happy tune
weeping willow you will be big soon
weeping willow
just focus on your roots
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