Quercus Alba

Surrounded by seclusion, solitude, it stands alone. It's strength is overwhelming and it's roots are fully grown.
Beneath the surface a tunnel, and it's begging me to dig to find a point of resolution or a hallway to escape. (hallway to escape)
My breath is taken by the thought of letting go, my heart is racing as the pace begins to grow.
I have a vision of a sparrow in a tree, it's begging me to dig.
The earth is hard and there are stones beneath my feet, I dig for hours as my hands begin to bleed.
My only partner is a light that starts to fade, stay until I'm safe...I'm safe...

I BREAK THE SURFACE! I SEE THE SUN! I FIND THE HANDS OF MAP, I BEGIN TO RUN! MY HAND ARE RAKING, MY LUNGS DON'T BREATH. MY FORCE SINKS WITH ALL MELODY, BUT TO NO END.
TO LIVE AMONG THE BROKEN, IN A ?-?-?, WHY COULD YOU BUILD THIS TUNNEL? WHY IS IT THAT YOU RUN? YOU RUN! YOU RUN! YOU RUN!

The earth is hard and there are stones beneath my feet(MY FEET!), I dig for hours as my hands begin to bleed(BEGIN TO BLEED!).
My only partner is a light that starts to fade, stay until I'm safe.(STAY UNTIL I'M SAFE!)
The earth is hard and there are stones beneath my feet(MY FEET!), I dig for hours as my hands begin to bleed(BEGIN TO BLEED!).
My only partner is a light that starts to fade, stay until I'm safe.(STAY UNTIL I'M SAFE!)

I'm safe...