This tree will stop growing through me
I will not nurture the leaves
I will not water the roots
Nothing will ever bloom, through me
So I hope that you look towards your other gardener: my brother.
Because I'm sure that he is allo,
I'm sure that he's normal.
He is all you have, to save the tree.
The only one who will nurture the leaves
For I will watch with content in my eyes
As my side of the tree starts to shrivel and die
So I hope that you look towards, your other gardener; my brother
Because I'm sure that he is allo,
And I've sure put down my shovel
You cannot look to me,
to preserve the life of the tree
This tree will stop growing through me
I will not nurture the leaves
I will not water the roots
Nothing will ever bloom, through me.
