Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Born Free But Planted

Born Free But Planted

We are born
Born free to die yet we never die
Each time we are seeded
And we become trees by the side of the road
Waving with the winds as thousands drive by
Forever there and having not reached our destination
We wither and blossom with the seasons
Ever growing with no waters near by
Nourished by the blood of those who perish
Each day another soul is distracted
The innocent seeded by the reckless
But the trees grow by the numbers
And remain by the side of the roads

We never die
We become trees
And give shadows to the crosses and flowers
The ones you leave in pain and regret.
If you knew it was the last goodbye
You'd have given us those flowers in person
Or better yet preached to us the gospel
But now all that is left is hope
Hopeless hope that we make heaven
Hopeless hope that we forgive
Hopeless hope that we know we were loved
But the winds blow us to and fro
For we are trees
Growing by the wayside


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