Look at me
A lonely acorn
Fallen from a tree
What's my purpose
But to lay here
Let me be
Look at me
Grabbed for food
By hungry squirrels
What's my purpose
But to die here
End my world
Look at me
Escaped my fate
Rolled into dirt
What's my purpose
But to hide here
What's my worth
Look at me
Under the earth
Nowhere to move
What's my purpose
But to wait here
What to do
Look at me
Finally free
Though I'm tall
What's my purpose
But to grow here
Above it all
Look at me
A lonely tree
Acorns all around
What's my purpose
But leave them
To fall on the ground














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but in the second stanza you said "squires" instead of "squirrels". i'm sure there are plenty of hungry squires out there these days, but you might want to fix it. *wink*
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"Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein
wollte ganz alleine sein
das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden
so hat man es für tot befunden
es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand
mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand."
you should put this up for a DD to make up for that
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Why is the rum gone?
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Why is the rum gone?
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"Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein
wollte ganz alleine sein
das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden
so hat man es für tot befunden
es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand
mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand."
*does it anyway*
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This is pretty deep really.
Sounds alot like those life cycles, from birth to death kinds of things.
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