At first, I thought it was a dream
And that I would wake up just fine,
But now I grow from roots.
I am tied to the ground
From which I came.
I cannot wrench myself free.
We are now one.
We share the same fate;
We burn our lungs on the same pollution,
We injest the same poison from the earth.
Our companions come and go,
And just like our limbs,
They are taken to be used for the selfish desires of man.
What can save us?
Our lives are in God's hands.
Will He save us?
We all fall to the hand of the axe.
