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!"