Broken Trees
Day, weeks, and months of these
broken men, they grow like trees
they reach for a sky they can never obtain
struggling for life and living in pain
their arms branch out for someone to love
but hope flies away like the white of a dove
They stand strong through winds and they embrace the rain
but they have ice in their hearts and a hurricane brain
everyday is a storm that ends in dispair
They struggle to breathe from the smoke in the air
The world cuts them down to use and abuse them
But before they recover more evil pursues them
They only want life and to grow tall in peace
But there is no peace for the broken of trees.