The Lone Fighter

A young tree stands amongst weather Strapped down with only a small piece of wood and leather It’s been beaten down by wind and rain It’s been left alone to cry in shame Left aside in a harshest environment Its bark is almost torn off The tree is pitched toward a sloping trough No one fertilized it before the winter Soon it may look like a giant splinter But the young tree still stands up tall He’s fighting through a mighty snow squall The salt from the road has left him weak It looks like things for him, are pretty bleak The years wined by and the tree still stands With a sad spirit and a wounded bands It tells a story of the years of pain And all the damage it disdained He stands today with a slight pitch to one side It’s the love of God that’s kept him alive