' The Goal Of Our Own Tree '
To what we have we become
When it's never been our Goal?
To what extend we can bow,
To the path we have borrow?
And you know it is not your option,
The potion to your poison….
When will you choose to be free?
And like the goal of your own tree,
To what seed you planted
Your goal that you ever wanted….
Choose your life wise to its degree
And believe in the Goal of your own tree…
You water your life with rain
To extend you might feel drained,
But that's life how it is to be treated,
Living it the way of seed you planted…