A red wool cloth
wrapped around another
a binding to hold
a blanket to cover
We are a tree
together we grow big and tall
for I am the roots
we won't fall
like a boat that is at sea
I am the anchor at bay
the boat will sail and go on
but I will stay
dreams are for the dreamers
and stars are for the gazers
I am still for the believers
in search of the treasures
I have to be the roots
I have to be the anchor
I have to be the cloth
that holds everything together
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