I was born to be a stream, a mighty mountain in a scene
I was born to be a child, I was born to grow up wild
to roam the holy hills, to take love for the thrill
I was born to be the flower on your table in the morning light

I was born to be a tree, with roots as deep as me
with colors on your lips, and your perfume in my lungs
I bet life on things I feel, and yours on things you see
and I’m still not sure who lost, but I wonder if its me

I don’t know where all the soil and people go
a line forgot, and apathy throws its cares on me