Fruits of Labor
I was there, but you didn't care; that I loved you.
Now your everywhere, cause your tree is bare; but the sky is still blue.
The fruits of momentum has fallen.
You were not there beside me when I was calling.
Your wishes are thoughts that are now a haunting.
Like a ghost, should I appear or let you suffer in this atmosphere.
You tremble because you see, your destiny unable to be reached.
You never knew the truth, that your motivation is what I produced
I know by now that you have a clue, that it was I that kept your gray skies blue.
When ever you meet another tree, don't make the same mistake you made with me.
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