Product Description
A song about loss of love and the devastation it causes to our lives.
Lyrics:
1.
My roots once clung to the earth,
The wind is calm the river still.
As if nothing else survives.
My world is empty, am I alive?
From my limbs a fruit was plucked,
Within its sheath my heart was tucked.
Its seeds contained my unknown future,
Inside a flesh so sweet and pure.
2.
Would my seeds find a place to fall?
Nice fertile ground so they'd grow
tall.
Or would they find some barren ground.
Where no love or nurture can be found?
Without the fruit my limbs were bare.
An old tree nearby just stood and
stared.
Why should it stop and help the tree
Who let its fruit be taken from thee.
3.
About the charmer who took the fruit?
Should he help to make them grow?
Instead he walked right off the land.
With barely a wave of his hand.
He bit the apple as he walked away.
Enjoying its flesh but did not stay.
No care at all for the damage hed done
He took the heart from his loved one.
4.
So grow another fruit you say.
And yes that would be the logical way.
But some trees grow abundant fruit.
Small and nice without dispute.
Others instead grow one to perfection.
Round and sweet, on close inspection.
But once its gone then that is all.
Then no more shall ever fall.
5.
I sit here on the barren hill,
The wind is calm the river still.
As if nothing else survives.
The world is empty no soul survives.
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