The tree stands along

Hidden, but still 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 utopy

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