Your weapons lie
In disarray
Below your feet
They cut my roots
And every vain glorious word
Not written for god but for you

And all your goldleafed dates of birth and death are fading
Lost to human memory
Oh lord, you should be more like me
Oh lord, you should be like me

I'll cover you
My fingers are leaves
I'll keep the rain off
And shade your days
I'll cover you
From prying eyes
Your glorious days are through

Your weapons lie
In disarray
Below your feet
They cut my roots
And every vain glorious word
Not written for god but for you

You were so hard it finally crushed you into gravel
I was so tender I changed my shape
You stood so tall you lost your face to the sun and rain
I grew so small, that I became a seed again
I grew so small, that I became a seed again
I became a seed again
I became a seed again

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