He was an oak in a vast forest.
A sapling stunted by a storm.
Twisted, but not broken.
He stretched his branches far into the heavens.
Bursts of leaves filling places in the canopy others couldn't.
Reaching for the light.

But there was poison in the groundwater.
His roots withered at the base and it couldn't bear the rest.
He tumbled down to join anew.
The vibrant violets; a gorgeous hue.

Tonight i'm writing for you.
Still trying to figure out to forget you.
Remembering the days we were together
How i wish we are forever.

Baby, don't you know this is so hard.
I want to hold you so tight,
So tight that i could assure myself you won't leave me.

I was so afraid that this time will come.
That you'll leave me all behind.
Why did you do this to me?
I miss you so come back to me.

Crawling down the alley-
Scared not to wake the evil,
He set his way home.

The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.

I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eye-***** meet.

Enchanters! enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.

Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.