I know I'm friends with the trees They peer out my through the windows Silently staring back at me I want to root myself deep in the ground I want my arms grow strong, bear fruit, be home to the bees Let my blood turn to sap and my fingers into leaves I want to go back Let me return to the ground in the ashes of the earth My bones are just carbon Or star dust I can't stand this sentient form Let me return to the place where I was born I can't see the lines they're blurred I say I do my best without my sight When I'm hurt the most Spread my ashes when I die Don't let me be enslaved to this body of mine Particles separate I want to go back Let me return to the ground in the ashes of the earth My bones are just carbon Or star dust I can't stand this sentient form Let me return to the place I was born