Nature
Bending towards the light;
Wanting life is my only conviction.
I wither in the very dead of night.
Many believe my beauty is a sight
But my beauty is truly an affliction.
Bending towards the light,
Being in the sun so bright;
Is a big restriction.
I wither in the very dead of night.
Other plants are so contrite;
They wish upon me an eviction.
Bending towards the light.
Animals without a care take a bite!
I fear extinction,
I wither in the very dead of night.
God take me to your height!
I am at my own crucifixion!
Bending towards the light;
I wither in the very dead of night.
Wanting life is my only conviction.
I wither in the very dead of night.
Many believe my beauty is a sight
But my beauty is truly an affliction.
Bending towards the light,
Being in the sun so bright;
Is a big restriction.
I wither in the very dead of night.
Other plants are so contrite;
They wish upon me an eviction.
Bending towards the light.
Animals without a care take a bite!
I fear extinction,
I wither in the very dead of night.
God take me to your height!
I am at my own crucifixion!
Bending towards the light;
I wither in the very dead of night.