Black Bark, Red Roots

These roots and branches won't save me anymore
And if they can't, who else could?
These trees I adore are still dying
There is no way out! No place to hide

How can I exist, how can I find my way
When their wooden hearts stop beating?
When all their twigs are dry
When their bark is burned
When all their leaves, joined the wind on his journey

How can we live in a world like this?
Where hate rules and ignorance is bliss
Where others carry our lives in their hands