3 acessos
How does it feel to be first leaf
Drawn to the dawn from winter sleep?
How does it feel to be uncurled
Opening out like a sail unfurled?
How from the wood do you beak through?
There from a barren stem is you
Whisper of life from a bark like death
Faith there enough just to be yourself
How did it feel to take that death
Drawn to the dark and lose yourself?
How did it feel to become so small
Hung there, forsaken, to lose it all?
How from the wood did You break through?
There from a barren tomb was You
Whisper of life from a bark like death
Faith there enough just to be Yourself