Hope For a Tree

I step on grass, I root out weeds
Smog and dust and war and peace
Branches grow, spreading leaves that fall in the snow
Where do they get their hope?

Eyes of greed, and stomachs of need
Axes and fires and pain that bleeds
Do roots so deep smell water
It doesn't flow but it seeps

Seeping water can you find your way
to this broken tree so bruised and bent out of shape
Someone once told me that at the scent of water
old roots that'd gone dry will sprout leaves
That's why I believe there is hope for a tree

I know a life, it might be mine
It laughed and it cried and it broke and it tried
But the water was sucked outside
And I thought that hope died

Someone once told me that at the scent of water
old roots that'd gone dry will sprout leaves
That's why I believe there is hope for a tree