Sunday, January 24, 2010
Looking for life inside of a tree
Chop it down with my axe to see what I can see
Rings, rings, all around, all around
With my bare hands I pull the roots from the ground
Shake off the dirt and throw them up in the sky
Since that's where I was told things go when they die
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