every day

 
 I see you try to

to cut me down

i fell you hit me
 
with your newly sharpened axe

tryng to let your anger out

you cry

on my shaved trunk

with a sadened story

about your horrible life

then my leaf fell on his shoulder

and conferted him

i fell your life

as my branches sway

in the midnight sun

as he try to see

the real me

im not a punching bag

to let your anger out

im just a strong tree