The Sapling

Jim Savarino © 1991

Chorus

My life is like a sapling in the wind
If you move me from the path I was meant to grow, I'll return
Though the motion may appear exceedingly slow.	


And if I seem to stray from my chosen one
I'm just following the light of the moon, it'll be washed away
By the light, the light of the morning sun


Traverse the years so quickly, hardly noticing the time
A modern Don Quixote, following some hidden line
Holding to a lofty goal, amid laughter, amid scorn
Refusing to let go, though the hands are bent and torn

Chorus

The times are always different, though the stories seem the same
Caught up in the cycle, we can't escape the game
While on the dark horizon, the storm clouds gather low
Until we feel surrounded, with no place left to go

Chorus

I see so much injustice, though I really don't know why
Feel like I can't change the world, but you know I have to try
For if I reach one person, and if I speak the truth
I'll finally reach the place I saw in the dreams of my youth


My life was like a sapling in the wind
I was pulled from the path I was meant to grow, but I returned
Though it took more time than I could ever know.