
With the ones dear to me, I hold you as my branches for I am the tree;
My heart is deeper than the deepest roots,
So deep that even the vast oceans seem shallow;
But there is a caveat to my strength, I have not surrendered.
The Art of Living Well
With the ones dear to me, I hold you as my branches for I am the tree;
My heart is deeper than the deepest roots,
So deep that even the vast oceans seem shallow;
But there is a caveat to my strength, I have not surrendered.