FROM WHERE I LAY

I wish I could be free, but I am held down like a tree. 

I am held down on the ground.

Forced to live on this planet, a planet that no longer holds green.

Bring me to somewhere better.

I'll write a letter to all I know, tell them that this place is too low.

This planet is not for me.

 Take me far away.

Until so, here is where I'll lay.