in this rough soil we have settled
as we grow and grow so tall
we will save the light we have collected
surrounded by the fences we have come to hate
in this rough soil we have settled
if the vines go we too shall follow
the lights will draw attention
the rain will feed us, the rain will drown us
from this rough soil we are rooted
the sun will dry us, the sun will kill us
into this rough soil we will return
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