When I was five I planted a tree
We named that tree after me.
It grew tall, it grew free
Limbs as high as I could see.
Then one day my family split
I moved away to a life of shit
No more shade in which to sit
I missed that tree quite a bit.
As years passed I would go
Back to the place I used to know
Fifty miles to and fro
Just to see my tall oak grow
Even though he shares my name
The tree and I are not the same
He can't play life's crazy game
He's never felt the sting of shame.
He has never been cut down
Never worn a sullen frown
Been transplanted from his town
Or taunted like a circus clown
The tree has never been rejected
Felt the need to be protected
A monument that God's erected
By only name are we connected
The years for him have been stress free
That strapping oak named after me
From child's hand to mighty tree
He has fulfilled his destiny
I often wonder if when I die
My old friend will ever know why
He bore the name of an average guy
Whose own branches never touched the sky.