Naked

Getting naked, get exposed To truth, to something new and fresh, While leaving safety doors then closed And risking turning into trash: No leaves, no beauty outside, Just naked wood, some branches broken, It seems, a piece of me has died When lips of mine the truth have spoken. However, getting through the winter, I'll bloom again in singing spring, In place of brown leaves much greener Ones will grow and you will sing With a stronger voice to me, Inspired by my resurrection, Like birds are singing to a tree That's coming back to its perfection!