I'm Where I Belong
Up in this tree,
I feel so free.
It’s a place where I can breathe.
I’m like a honey bee smelling sweet nectar from an Oklahoma Mimosa Tree.
Staring into the bright Oklahoma blue skies,
Where God hears my cries,
And the birds and I Sing,
Healing each other’s broken wings.
Because down there on earth.
Since my birth,
I’ve felt so many stings.
But, up in this tree, I can climb higher and higher.
Where no liar,
Can reach me,
This is where I can be me, smelling the sweet mimosa tree.
Where mimosa tickles my nose,
It smells better than a prickly rose.
And here I see how life really goes.
No one can hurt me anymore.
Until I come down.
And feel my foes.
But for some girls this is the way life goes.
Because sometimes there are people that really don’t care.
Life isn’t always fair.
I’ll just share.
My feelings with the birds,
Because we’re a like,
Me and the birds,
They never know which way a broken wing is going to come from.
Life doesn’t always throw you a sweet plum.
But up in this tree, where I feel so free.
I can suck my thumb.
It’s a place where I don’t feel dumb.
I can make a crown from mimosa blossoms.
And I don’t have to play dead like a possum.
I can make my crown.
Because if no one else sees a princess.
I see a princess in me.
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