Roots of the soul A MOMENT THAT I SLIP INTO,THOUGHTS AND HERE I AM SUFFERING, THEN I CLOSE MY EYES AND, IMAGINE I AM A TREE THE PROBLEMS WE THINK WE HAVE, THE EVERYDAY ONES, ARE THE LEAVES AND THE BRANCHES, UNDER THE WIND AND THE RAIN . THEN.. THE LEAVES FALL, AND OTHERS ARE BORN, OUR SOUL IS IN THE ROOTS, AND NOT IN THE LEAVES ROOTS OF THE SOUL ROOTS OF THE SOUL THE ROOTS ARE FIRM THEY ARE FIRM, UNDER THE EARTH I RELY, ON MY ROOTS IN THE DARK AND, NOT ON THE LEAVES . THE ROSE MAKES THE ROSE IT, CANNOT BE COMPARED TO A GERANIUM, EVEN IF THE OTHERS WANT IT, LISTEN TO THE SEED IN THE EARTH . THEN.. THE LEAVES FALL, AND OTHERS ARE BORN, OUR SOUL IS IN THE ROOTS, AND NOT IN THE LEAVES ROOTS OF THE SOUL THE STORM SHAKES, SHAKES THE LEAVES, I WAIT FOR IT TO END, I WAIT FOR IT TO END I HOLD ON TO MY ROOTS, SO NO ONE CAN TAKE ME AWAY FROM ME ROOTS OF THE SOUL ROOTS OF THE SOUL