The Seed lyrics
by Omid Walizadeh
The seed doesn't fall far from the tree
Landing on ground and finding a home
It owes it to the sun. it owes it to the dirt
It owes it to my arms for digging a hole
Thrives on the air, everything's there
Knows what to do without you
You're just a piece, a shift in the breeze
Planting yourself in your shoes...
Going underground, you'll hear different sound
Not the whirring around of finding a home
Grows to the sun. it grows through the dirt
It grows into my arms for digging a hole...