Soul Survivor

She's a soul survivor, the only one left in her family tree the root which's been yanked up and thrown to the sea There's no grandma's wisdom, there's no "'member when?" She'll never step foot in her mom's home again So, what does the tree of life do when it's cut? (not scarred gently but hacked up and distraught?) "Seek out the water, the fresh, clean elixir Heal the old wounds with the friendship of sisters who, bound by no blood, become "aunt's" to your daughter Drink it all in, this luxurious water Break the ground open to push for the soil that's rich with these lover's of all that is loyal Call to the sunshine to burn off the clouds Straight to the sky with your once perfect bough Let the weeks pass, let the roots navigate despite weeping sap, you must patiently wait 'till your branches of wisdom, of freedom, of hope bloom lit up as wrappings of salve while you cope Saplings will join you and, lonely no more, you've replanted your roots on a much different shore You'll be the roots for these little ones now You'll teach them to never give up and just how to reach skyward. The moon comforts you with her kiss You still drop your leaves for the loved ones you miss but you know that you're healthy and strong Your ancestry pushes your soul to hang on..." Your ancestry pushes your soul to hang on..."