There is love in all that I do

My heart is a trunk submerged in mud

Digging its way through like a baby birds beak

Stuck in a place it doesn’t belong

Sometimes I feel like I’m better than the world

They don’t care enough 

Weak and insensitive beings

There's passion in all that I do

There is love in my anguish

Love in my tears

And love in my trunk

Sinking into the roots of the earth I am waiting for a leaf to fall and lay its falling pieces onto my branches