Will

Will

Man, they
call me
the father

I give
food

To the
hungry

They eat
and leave
me all
alone

Some stab
me in
groins

My sap
bleedin all
over

Man, they
call me
the mother

I give
wisdom

To the
young man

Lookin to
hop on
the stage

Of learned
men &
explorers

They get
the garlands

From the
flowers I
bloomed

Some break
my wings
too

And then
leave me
all alone

I cannot
complain

And must
bloom into
a new life

The sun
wakin me
up

In the
new mornin
of tomorrow

Caution: This might be all theory

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