The philosophers muse if no one’s there to hear the tree that falls it may not make a sound
But I heard on the news you hanged yourself with no one there to hear except the trees — did they hear you?
When you were a little girl
The other kids would push you, make you cry then laugh
When you grew a little older
Things began to look a little bleaker, doctors came said they could treat you
Sometimes things seem right but they don’t work out
Theory may be perfect but it’s wrong
One day we will open up our minds
And our trees will be heard
Doctor saw you in his rooms
Minutes later gave you pills to make you smile
Few months later cut your wrist
Checked you on the ward and gave you shock, then locked you up for your own good
The philosophers muse if no one’s there to hear the tree that falls it may not make a sound
Though the rest of the world may close their eyes, let those who seek to change their thinking come to you
