I used to have a tree,
It's gnarled limbs reaching skyward
No matter how often I climbed that tree,
It only seemed to grow higher

The day the rains came,
and the lightning struck my tree
I fell yo my knees,
for the tree is a piece of me,
and the lightning struck me too

This tree still stands,
In the woods, tall and mighty
It's rough, calloused hands,
Still blow in the breeze, nightly
Nothing can bring down my tree,
My tree is tall and proud
The smoking tree still stands,
And lets my friends and I, sit around
In his shade,
The countless games we've played
That he bore witness too
He still reaches up, towards a sky of brighter blue