Roots

We grew up through separation

And we grew up like the trees,

Our hearts beat as their hearts beat

And I am listening so closely,

I wonder, are you listening too?

When I dance I don't feel like crying

And when I am thinking of you,

I think of all of the reasons

That I should feel sorrow

And my heart is smiling,

What could that mean?

I am a machine

To which my heart's shallow

And all that I want,

Is to be loved by you

I grew up holding

Onto my own fingers

And now I am reaching,

To hold on to you.

I grew up with the trees

And my heart beats as their hearts beat

But my roots cannot firmly stay,

For now I am reaching

Forever reaching,

Just to hold on to you.