You
The winter breeze gently serenades
And the wooden barks are more rough,
It is as if they're beginning to kneel.
I don't know but I feel for them
You know how
They gave every bit of themselves away
And now when they have not one single leaf left,
Nothing at all,
No-one looks at them
Well, not in the way they once did.
"Giving is good
But when all you do is
Give,
Give,
Give,
You end up starving that one person
who needs some of that love too.
You. "
