feel the wind burn through my skin the pain the air is killing me for years my limbs stretched to the sky a nest for birds to sit and sing but now my branches suffer and my leaves don t bear the glow they did so long ago one day i was full of life my sap was rich and i was strong from seed to tree i grew so tall through wind and rain i could not fall but now my branches suffer and my leaves don t offer poetry to men of song trees like me weren t meant to live if all this world can give pollution and slow death oh lord i lay me down no life s left to be found there s nothing left for me trees like me weren t meant to live if all this earth can give is pollution trees like me weren t meant to live if all this earth can give is pollution and slow death oh lord i lay me down my branches to the ground there s nothing left for me1