As we grow up, from seed to tree
And our nerves change
From soft Jello
To cold steel, we find where we need to be
We learn to conceal
What we need not reveal
Our minds disguise
What truly lies inside
Not showing what's true
Only a false image, through and through
And we create lies
That become truth
And where our self image,
A glorious tree, takes root.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
