Like the palm tree I have been bent and pushed from the treacherous storm.
Yet once the sun comes out and the skies turn blue,
I am still there;
Standing...
A little bent, a little damaged,
But still standing.
With my roots deep in the ground.
Like the palm tree I have been bent and pushed from the treacherous storm.
Yet once the sun comes out and the skies turn blue,
I am still there;
Standing...
A little bent, a little damaged,
But still standing.
With my roots deep in the ground.