Besedila: The Man-Eating Tree. Vine. Amended.

Will work and try
To heal myself
Will repair and weld
Together the pieces
Will quench and drown
And fires i have lit
Will free the birds
I have caged in

Will travel in the cold
To find a house of light
Will call for the night
To have it's ghost stand down
Will breath life into
The promise i have broken
Will walk days in the sun
To arrive where i can say:

I am Here, at the house of light, come see me
The night and I, In a parley now, believe me
And all my words have weight again, hear me
And all our wounds have healed me