As deep as the tree grows...

With the ground so heavy and burden life as we walk
As our toes keep us standing when the seeds fall
We look upon the world as we breathe
We visualize growth as we feel the seeds

With the birth of the sun 
A dark spine has begun
Preparing for the shade
But sadly it's come too late 

Talk to the town but no one has roots like the cracks 
Whistling birds rise above to the heavens that open treasures 
Write your name on me as history tells the lies
Fruitless visions become reality and gave me falling leaves 

Everytime I think the wind is too strong I pick up my heart 
Once upon a time I made a wish that I was on a hill
The branches break then in time I slowly learn to crawl 
Once upon a time I had reasons for the day to be still 

With the birth of the sun 
A dark spine has begun
Preparing for the shade
But sadly it's come too late

Days of sound that fill the skies to the nights that slows humanity down 
To the sleeping souls that etch back into the soil 
The good people are growing and the world keeps turning
Let the sleeping drift off to dreaming of another world burning
We are the tree
We are the soil
We can be free
We are never gone
With the birth of the sun 
A dark spine has begun
Preparing for the shade
And now it's never too late!