I was walking one day
and i saw a tree
but then i looked closer
and i saw me
alone it stood strong and true
the spitting image of solitude
others had wilted but not this tree
and there it stood forme to see
it had had its share of trouble and woes
but made it through and still it grows
like that tree ive known grief and pain
at my back theres been wind
on my face theres been rain
and like that tree
i stood tall
bending and weekening
but refusing to fall
life may throw some cheap punches
i may take a few blows
but until the end
ill continue to grow
