My life’s my very own,
Belongs to none but me;
Don’t give a hoot for roots,
Down they don’t pull me.
I’m not a root, I’m branch,
And up through freedom’s air
I stretch, till I am there,
Where my best leaves display
The colors of my soul
That wave in joy each day.
Roots go deeper down,
In darkness, underground;
My leaves take off and fly,
Like banners ‘cross the sky.
Men walk on roots with boots;
My leaves go sailing free,
And I am at my best
In happy wings of me.