Interesting!

singinawhisper

Blow me in the breeze, I ask

Watch me float away

I’ve never been the sort for that

Never, not ‘til now

 

I’ve always been on the ground

Firm and never moving

But my roots have been dug

And my leaves have all fallen

 

So blow me in the breeze, I beg

Let me fly away

I am battered, I am bruised

Nothing of me, they have left

 

I’ve always been so sure

Of the colours my leaves will grow

But now I do not recognise

The colours that they turn

 

Blow me in the breeze, I cry

But watch to where I float

Tie cord to me and pull me down

Never, shall I go

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