I am beautiful and caring, I will listen, I can
listen to your needs, your desires and put them above my own, But
there comes a point when your needs and desires hurt me, Because
you do not realize what you have in front of you, Its at that point
when I will let go, Not because I am not a friend, But because I
can't be your friend, Because you have hurt me... And like the
trees that shed their leaves in the Fall, I will retreat from you
to perserve me, And in the Spring I will emerge invigorated, With
branches with beautiful leaves, And a cooling shade which will
elude you
