Planting..
Reaping..
Seems so..
Fleeting
Sometimes life, is simply getting water.
Water...
Sometimes life, is simply getting water.
Moss can't gather on a rolling stone.
But, nothings gained on the stone that rolls.
Through the trees comes a violent breeze.
Make a bed on the ground, fire from debris.
Ash on the rot, for the worms beneath.
Ash on the rot, for the worms beneath.
Both sides broken, and they never heal.
Spiral Spokes on the witches wheel.
We're manifested in the crack of a broken seal.
Yeah, the rock kept rolling and he lost his home.
Landed in a stream, and dissolved until gone.
But on its way out, it nourished my root.
I'm a tree bearing seeds, and the birds eat my fruit.
Through this trees comes a violent breeze.
Make a bed on the ground, fire from debris.
Ash on the rot, for the worms beneath.
Ash on the rot, for the worms beneath.
The predators hide to remain unseen.
The slow and the weak are easy eat.
The path most traveled.
The path picked clean.
The path least traveled.
Filled with failed remains
Get what you need, but you better leave.
If you get too greedy, then your wheels sink.
Sometimes life, is simply getting water.
Sometimes life, is simply getting water.
Sometimes life, is simply getting water.
Both sides broken, and they never heal.
Spiral spokes on the witches wheel.
We're manifested in the crack of a broken seal.
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