Black Bark Red Roots - Wind in His Hair

These roots and branches won’t save me anymore

And if they can’t, who else could?

These trees I adore are still dying

There is no way out!

No place to hide

How can I exist, how can I find my way

When their wooden hearts stop beating?

When all their twigs are dry

When their bark is burned

When all their leaves, joined the wind on his journey

How can we live in a world like this?

Where hate rules and ignorance is bliss

Where others carry our lives in their hands

How will I ever be free in this once living world?