The Roots run deep far and wide
I cannot cut them in my own strength
My dad has to help me
The roots so strong and wild
Hold up this young oak
The roots of mine I do not know how far down deep they go
How shallow they might be
I hope
I pray
They grow down deep
They gather
They take
These Roots I know
These Roots
These Roots
These Roots
They have their purpose
They grow in time
Some hold me down
Some hold me up
Some hold me fast
Some quicken me to the divine
These roots these are nothing
This is I know
No trouble at all for the root maker
No trouble at all for the root taker
No trouble at all

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