Savannah Tree

What is there to say About this change It doesn't feel real But the calendar reveals A naked ambition Avoiding attrition But I feel the pressure Am I coal to make diamonds Or food for the lions And maybe I'll make A pretty savannah tree What do I escape What will take shape If time is around Will I some way, somehow Catch my stumble Recover my fumble But I feel the weight Am I coal to make diamonds Or food for the lions And maybe I'll make A pretty savannah tree Am I coal to make diamonds Or food for the lions And maybe I'll make A pretty savannah tree