The Sycamore Tree

 

 

The Sycamore Tree

 

Some call God a He

and Mother Earth a She,

It just don’t matter to me,

'cause I don’t care who it Be,

just call me a sycamore tree 

Father gives life to the seed

but after he’s done his deed,
if he leaves

my mother is all I need

and it just don’t matter to me,

'cause I don’t care who it Be,

just call me a sycamore tree 

I may as well concede

for then I might be freed

I can be a common weed,

or be a hollow reed

and it just don’t matter to me,

'cause I don't care who it Be

just call me a sycamore tree

 

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