Trees

We vote for changes and bright promises but only those promises seem to change

We call the bluffs and we demand some truth so we’re fed with it till we choke on it

We won’t be shattered by the things we hate but in a flood of all the things we love

Do animals raised in captivity have the means to teach their offspring to be free

The leashes are not forced upon our necks but they're passed down kindly by the ones we trust

Pumped full of know-how and self-confidence but robbed of intuition and self worth

We're like beautiful trees without roots in the ground

We'll be blown apart when a storm comes around

Just beautiful trees, exposed and alone

Here comes the storm, here comes the storm