I was so small that they could hardly see me A stone - they called me
I asked for sun and warm breeze to make me a grown up.
and it all came out of the blue making me an orange orange
I was a grown up looking at people's behaviours they used to talk to me a lot about the little petty things about money and work and technology they talked
I did not understand a word could not imagine how poor a life they lead
and then a strong wind came, all of a sudden, pulling me on the ground making my life a bitter - sweet symphony
I was there on the ground totally confused sad
I asked for sun and warm breeze
I begged for hands that would take me home
but noone bothered to look at me they kicked me for I was not a soft skin orange orange any more
useless something o thee! I want back on my home tree!
bitter orange
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they could hardly see me
A stone - they called me
I asked for sun and warm breeze
to make me a grown up.
and it all came out of the blue
making me an orange orange
I was a grown up
looking at people's behaviours
they used to talk to me a lot
about the little petty things
about money and work and technology they talked
I did not understand a word
could not imagine how poor a life they lead
and then a strong wind came,
all of a sudden, pulling me on the ground
making my life a bitter - sweet symphony
I was there on the ground
totally confused
sad
I asked for sun and warm breeze
I begged for hands
that would take me home
but noone bothered to look at me
they kicked me
for I was not a soft skin orange orange
any more
useless something
o thee!
I want back on my home tree!