Rusty you are
And rusty you will be
But does that mean
Rust could set you free?
Iron bars stand their ground
Not moving an inch
Till they're torn apart
Then comes the touch
Of mother nature
To set it free
Withering away
As rust
Like butterflies you will fly
Who says rust means to die
Go uncover the sky
Spread around the world
As an apple of the eye
May you find peace and joy
Rust might not sound alright
But look around
How many are there
Who can seize the sky
Look down on them
Enjoy your time
Do whatever you want
But remember
Land is where the roots are
Don't go for the sun
As it can not be seized
You shall fall with your burning pride
And the roots will you meet
