It had it’s roots in hope
once just a little seed
how did it grow so tall
this broken little need
once just a promise
now nothing but a lie
how could I find a reason
then beg the seed to die,
withered branches tangled
thorns cut my soul to bleed
oh please pull it out
some things should never be
my tears could fill a river
polluted by this thing
it’s glory has been sullied
now nothing but a name
it wound around inside me
so tight I can’t get free
overgrowing sorrow
watered with my grief.
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