Blend in with the colors,
Blend and worth the leaves,
Hide with one another,
Can't be red or pink,
Can't be anything you want,
Just yellow or green,
Hiding with the leaves,
Making mistakes of me,
If I become the general,
I won't have to repeat,
Some are red and some yellow,
But only when they rot in the meadow,
I won't have to stand out,
Just doing the same old routine,
I have hands that can touch,
yet I have ears that can hear,
listen,
Won't we be pleased,
I'll just be me,
We are really alone,
Separated by nothings,
Hiding with the leaves,
Making me sick of me,
If I become the general,
I won't have to repeat,
You have bright hills,
And you shine so bright,
You are you,
You're unique in this tree,
Go ahead and bleed,
Bleed, bleed,
bleed,
bleed, bleed,
bleed,
bleed,
bleed.