my fingers stretch out in all directions lost, looking for a friend            why am I the last one left?                                                 my branches twisting in the air                            why are all my friends gone?                                                                     the grass above my roots dances along with my leaves it brings back memories                                                                                               how long can I hold on to my leaves, my hope                wish I could dance with my friends again I dance slower now, I feel weaker now                                                      my leaves, my hope they're almost gone but I hold on waiting for my friends