your branches are growing strong, absorbing the praise from above
but the roots that hold your weight are slowly breaking up
ow you dont mind the heat, or lack of rain in the clouds
but soon enough youll dry up and return to the ground
the desert wind has betrayed you; it seems youre all alone
the nights are cold and now you wish that you had known
the cactus life is tough; but not so much when friends pull through
so next time dont forget them and they wont forget about you
respect fades, the heat creates some distance between us
shelter greed with spines; we see your true self underneath
i can see the wall of rain
across the open desert plain
and you wont fight unless you know you can win
dig yourself into the ground
and search for drops; the rushing sound
of air above declares the changing of winds
dont expend your energy on something that you dont believe