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I was but a small branch of a big broken tree
Looking to the ones above for guidance and security
The pressures of the storm came to break us free
And staying together was not a priority

As I watched all the branches scattered around in pain
Wishing we weathered through the rains
Along came a wooden axe cutting the root of the tree's foundation
Wrecking havoc and destruction

If I could I'd drown the axe at the bottom of the sea
Never to return to harm the ones coming after me
I came from a place of many, I know
But on this journey,alone I will go

To a place where my planted seeds will peacefully grow