I am a tree bearing it all
She is my leaves I watch her fall
If she's pretty enough they'll put her in a book or in a frame on the wall
But I'll still be standing here in the wind cold and tall
Just burn me down i'm tired of standing here alone
Maybe if you plant a forest of friends I could call it home
I could be turned into a chair or fire light to be shone
I'll be something useful even if all I am is owned