Should we feel sorry
Bow our heads down
Welcome you with open arms
Kiss your golden crown
You would forgive us
I know, I am sure
But do we need your approval
Could we endure
We are broken branches
From the tree of life
Fallen to the ground
We're decayed and rife
We are rotting apples
So far away
With worms inside
We wait our day
A dead branch
Cannot be joined
To the tree of life
Your words are foiled
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