One oak log as pure as can be

Yeah it has some cracks and moss, but that doesn't matter to me

Here comes the lumber jack

One deep breath and the axe goes over his shoulder and it's sliced on impact

They are thrown in the fire

Where a family watches them burn

The wood crackles and ignites

They smile

"Much better."

But in my endeavor I can't forget her

She was the roots to our tree

I was the branches that blew in the breeze

Giving way to the ever changing wind

Along with the leaves that soaked up all the sin

We carved our names in that white oak

So that everyone could laugh at what they called "A joke."

Then one day someone came with a shovel

He dug it in the ground and found something that was never to be seen

So he brought a man with the axe

And he started to chop

Swing after swing

He cut apart where their names used to be

Timber

We never counted the rings on the stump to see how old it was

Because we never thought this day would come

We weren't out dated

We weren't castrated

We weren't always frustrated

But now we're seperated