The Tree of Life
We are little leaves upon the tree
We never did control our tiny worlds
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
With metaphor, it’s easier to see
Life is tender, see each leaf unfurl
We are only leaves upon the tree
Singing in the sun we seem to be
Full of joy until the storm winds swirl
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Extinguished candles smoke at Tenebrae
We are blown to death however bold
We are little leaves upon the tree
Thus we sacrifice to God uncertainly
Yet as the wars continue, we grow cold
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Who has dropped us from the hands that hold?
Who has stolen certainty untold?
We are little leaves upon the tree
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
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