I plant a little seed in my garden back in my backyard
I pour some water onto it and put a bit of fertilizer to make it grow big and strong
My father died while on service, so instead of a tomb I made a green graveyard
I made a requiem for the fallen and, to my father, I composed a song
"The trees grow with cranes". I named my song like that because I like trees
My world is filled with strange devices that nobody seems to get along with
They make the wind fill stagnant, I can't even feel spring's breeze
My plant doesn't come out of a furnace at the blacksmith
Anyway, here are the lyrics of my song:
Though only a sprout, you will grow to be a big tree
In you, I shall bury my key
Your roots cleanse this iron dirt
Kill those circuits, and make those lines hurt
My father's soul is within you
And although we're just a few
We will make weapons out of your wood
It's time to stop the mechanization for good
The trees grow with cranes
They got nothing in their brains
We shall break our chains
And be free of strains
Though only a sprout, you will grow to be a big tree
In you, I shall bury my key
Your roots cleanse this iron dirt
Kill those circuits, and make those lines hurt
My father's soul is within you
And although we're just a few
We will make weapons out of your wood
It's time to stop the mechanization for good
The trees grow with cranes
They got nothing in their brains
We shall break our chains
And be free of strains
With my father's key
We'll bring him down to his knee
Break the crane to stop the expanding dome
It's time to retake our home
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FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by o...
