Crooked Tree

Two trees in the forest, one was crooked, one was straight
 Crimson bark and emerald needles growing day by day (day)
 And though they looked so different
 They enjoyed the rain the same side by side
 A chickadee told them of a darkness on the land
 Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man
 And every other tree would see them cut down
 Where they stand by and by
 Oh, can't you see a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine?
 They're left to grow wild and free
 Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree
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 Perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill
 They turned them into toothpicks and 20 dollar bills
 It seemed the more the people took
 The more they needed still in the end
 The crooked trees were left there after all the work was done
 Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone
 No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong
 But whispering wind
 Oh, can't you see a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine?
 They're left to grow wild and free
 I'd rather be a crooked tree
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 People say I'm different and my way of life seems strange
 I took the road less traveled, twists and turns along the way
 But like the crooked tree
 I'm growing stronger day by day as the clouds roll by
 A river never wonders why it flows around the bend
 A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the land
 So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am? Who am I?
 Oh, can't you see a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine?
 They're left to grow wild and free
 Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree
 A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
 They're left to grow wild and free
 I'd rather be a crooked tree
 Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree