Kasondra Rose - Savannah Tree

What is there to say
About this change
It doesn't feel real
But the calendar reveals
A naked ambition
Avoiding attrition
But I feel the pressure
Am I coal to make diamonds
Or food for the lions
And maybe I'll make
A pretty savannah tree
What do I escape
What will take shape
If time is around
Will I some way, somehow
Catch my stumble
Recover my fumble
But I feel the weight
Am I coal to make diamonds
Or food for the lions
And maybe I'll make
A pretty savannah tree
Am I coal to make diamonds
Or food for the lions
And maybe I'll make
A pretty savannah tree

Written by:
Kasondra Rose

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