A TREE

J. Goodwin
June 25, 1990

I walked through the mighty field
And there I saw the face
The cold hard face of reality, hit me right between the eyes
For all was bare, torn ground
No birds did sing as I stood there
And stared across the emptyness
A tear came to my eye, as I thought to myself
I'll have to start all over again

CHORUS
A tree, I am a tree, I am a tree
A tree, I am a tree, I am a tree
A tree, I am a tree, I am a tree
But can I grow?

I wandered further down my path
To see if I could find some hope
The leaves upon my branches were brown as in the fall
And I struggle to keep them from the ground
I found myself standing on the doorstep
The doorstep to the fortress that you hold
I raised my arms to the sky above and screamed out your name
But the birds don't sing anymore.