You know it’s really hard to do, to think of anyone but younAnd how your soul lives in my ownnThe trees are growing roots that will hold your heart inside your chest where you laynFear no more my son, because someday the trees will singnAnd I know that someday will come,nWhere the trees are growing roots among the place we used to sit and breathe the air.nSomeday, someday the trees will sing,n“Oh my god! My heart is with you now! And your body is growing roots that will hold your feelings down. And I will sing a song for you, where a thousand pandas dance under the warmth and ocean blue.†n