The Hill-top Tree

I plant a tree on top of the hill and there it stood still I water it with my tears and it kept blooming throughout the year and now it is spreading it’s branches everywhere and its trunks is parachuting into the sky but its main root is getting dry cause no more tears are left in my eyes the hill top tree has a short destiny its fibrous roots are withering and the people cannot sing. meet me at the hill top tree I have an important message for thee Gather the team and come before the mid-night hour is done The cuts are deep and everyone is loosing precious sleep for the tree root runs deep in the ground and suspicions are swelling around You have to hold onto democracy before it dies, get aboard the mid-night train and your life will never be the same the heart is were good deeds grow and from the abundance of the heart your emotion flows meet me on top of the hill I just want to sing.