As the tree dances with the roaring wind
The tiny leaves are battling to hold
to stay alive and not fall behind

But I wonder, is it the mother tree
that will set it free,
Is it the persistent leaf
that chooses to tighten the grip,
Or is it the wind,
that will break the bind?


Like the relationship we had
You are the tree
I am the fragile leaf
Us is the wind


Don't make me read between the lines
Tell the truth and no more lies
I could no longer handle the wind
So before you let me go,
I will be the falling leaf,
In the cold ground, I will grief
But surely, freedom I will see