Be a tree,
stand tall in the breeze.
Don't bend your branches for anyone but me.
Shade my blistered forehead,
so keep your hundred leafs.
Falling only when I cut you down,
to hit this hard uneven ground.
Stay there until I’m ready,
to build you back into something beautiful.
Don’t be scared, this pain has a purpose.
You weren’t enough just standing tall.
These cuts are to shape you,
to mold you,
the way I want you,
the way I need you.