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I hit the ground as a seed from your very own tree

And you took care of me with my love for you

You nurtured me with the light of your bright eyes

And the rain they produced kept me from withering

For they poured in unison with mine and we kept each other strong

But as the weeds started to move in

I watched you slowly become incased

By their strangling stems stealing away any hope for freedom

The freedom to again sway in the innocent and calming breeze

As I look at you stuck propped up by the binds of hate

I realize I would gladly take a breath full of herbicide

For whats the use of being a lovely plant in an ugly yard