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Rooted
And I may die, and I may live
But I will not survive in a place like this
Where flowers bloom, and flowers wilt
But only seasons are changing whilst
And raindrops come, and raindrops go
But time keeps piling up my sorrow
I shave it right, I shave it left
Yet tears continue to overflow
Moons will rise, and moons will set
Where days lock me like in prison cell
I run to the East, I run to the West
But only meeting up with dead ends
The sun comes up, the sun comes down
But I am rooted to the ground
Either I'll wither, either I'll drown
Still I will die without a sound.
© nabinara
But I will not survive in a place like this
Where flowers bloom, and flowers wilt
But only seasons are changing whilst
And raindrops come, and raindrops go
But time keeps piling up my sorrow
I shave it right, I shave it left
Yet tears continue to overflow
Moons will rise, and moons will set
Where days lock me like in prison cell
I run to the East, I run to the West
But only meeting up with dead ends
The sun comes up, the sun comes down
But I am rooted to the ground
Either I'll wither, either I'll drown
Still I will die without a sound.
© nabinara
