What I was, what I became.

April 3, 2009

What I was, what I became.

I come from a tree, that’s big and strong.
I’m cut out of the middle to make a wall.
I’m bound at the joint with other like me.
I’m hard, brown and supportive as can be.
What could I be, Oh what could I be?

We stand jointed together against it all.
We stand tall just like the tree form witch we came.
Oh what could we make, Oh what could I be?
We form the barn that sits where the trees once stood.
So what could I be, Oh what could I be.
I am the Beam that was once a tree


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