Scott Shirley 0  

Solitude (Prelude) A tree ~ that lives, yet never moves, Like me ~ it gives, in solitude. Born to the land, there it must stay, Same place today, as yesterday. It`s roots dig deep, reaching for life, It`s limbs reach high, to the sky. Hearing a windsong, all day long, Longing to sing a reply. A prisoner born, in a land to be free, still standing tall, in majesty. Forever searching for a reason to be. But as it`s seeds fall, does it see. Your mind ~ like a tree, reaches out in every way. To find ~ a destiny, in a land of dirt and clay. But to really be free, some kind ~ of price to pay. Same price today, as yesterday. As the seeds fall, they`re blown to the wind. A promise to stand tall, they return to earth again. But the earth is still the same, And there they shall remain. Same place today, in the ra