The big tree shadows over me.
There isn't much for me to see.
The tree gathers all the sunlight,
but for me it's always night.
The tree grows big and strong.
I think there is something wrong.
Soon I'll see the sunlight.
The lumberjacks are here tonight.
Chop down the tree.
I yearn to be free.
The lumberjack brought his daughters.
But I'm the one who has been slaughtered.
The tree stayed big and strong.
Maybe I was in the wrong.
