Crooked Tree

Two trees in the forest, one was crooked one was straight
Crimson bark and emerald needles, growing day by day
And though they looked so different
They enjoyed the rain the same,side by side
Chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land
Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man
And every other tree would see them cut down
Where they stand,By and by
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree
Won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow, wild and free
I'd rather be a crooked tree
.
The perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill
They turned them into toothpicks and twenty dollar bills
It seem the more that people took
The more they needed still,in the end
The crooked trees were left there, after all the work was done
Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone
No one left to tell them, if they're growing right or wrong
But the whispering wind
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree
Won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow, wild and free
I'd rather be a crooked tree
..
People say I'm different, and my way of life seems strange
I took the road less travelled, twists and turns along the way
But like the crooked tree, I'm growing stronger day by day
As the clouds roll by
A river never wonders, why it flows around the bend
A mountain doesn't questions, how it grows up from the land
So, who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am,Who am I
Oh, can't you see, a crooked tree
Won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow, wild and free
I'd rather be a crooked tree
A crooked tree, won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow, wild and free
I'd rather be a crooked tree...