Tree

We're used to curling our toes
When the fire burns below
Never freed from this slow-burning bed we’ve made
With our apathy
Growing in us, our tree

We were not born to be controlled
Lived quietly just to be told
They’d break us into silence
Well, is the damage done yet?

Hope is a burden in the wrong hands
And theirs are holding us down
Dying in us, our tree

We were not born to be controlled
Lived quietly just to be told
They’d break us into silence
Well, is the damage done yet?

Sing without and take a bow
You’ll never break the glass ceiling
You are here to be a voice in their making
Sing no words; they’re meaningless
When they come from a woman
Sing it now, tell him now

"You'll never take mine!"