He's always Morphing,
Forming
Thoughts in his mind

He's ever Seeking,
Willing
The chance to get by

I see a tortured soul
You were a sapling at most
I believe your branches will reach
Someday it will all be green

He's really been Fighting,
Sorting
Fears buried deep

He's Combining,
Applying
Love and deceit

I know you're a tortured soul
You were a sapling at most
I believe your branches will reach
Transform the concrete to green

Some days he's Smiling,
Reacting
To beautiful things

I catch him Doubting,
Wanting
For the moments we breath

I know you're a tortured soul
You were a sapling at most
I need your branches to breach
These walls are meant to be green