Thursday, January 13, 2011


....Now as battered as time itself
I droop and shuffle through my empty cell
A comedy of errors I've become
And all my endeavours I've forgot
Don't know my name or where I've come
Someone take me back to the fields
Where I need to be
So once again I can stand tall
And feel once more a tree.

"Trees" by Paul Weller
from "Wake up the nation."

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