your branches are growing strong, absorbing the praise from above nbut the roots that hold your weight are slowly breaking upnnow you dont mind the heat, or lack of rain in the cloudsnbut soon enough youll dry up and return to the groundnnthe desert wind has betrayed you; it seems youre all alonenthe nights are cold and now you wish that you had knownnthe cactus life is tough; but not so much when friends pull throughnso next time dont forget them and they wont forget about younnrespect fades, the heat creates some distance between usnshelter greed with spines; we see your true self underneath nni can see the wall of rainnacross the open desert plainnand you wont fight unless you know you can winnndig yourself into the groundnand search for drops; the rushing soundnof air above declares the changing of windsnndont expend your energy on something that you dont believe