The Tree

The tree stands along Hidden, but strong Carrying all the leafs For us to pick, for them to leave Then, wind comes and blows The leafs fall and go But there's one that's gonna stick That's the one I'm gonna pick I'm gonna carry this one forever Loose it? No, never! But I guess it's just an utop Based on my insecurity Still I'll try to pick The true leaf that won't trick The one without a mask But which one, if I may ask? Then, wind comes and blows The leafs fall and go But there's one that's gonna stick That's the one, I'm gonna pick