The Willow Tree


The windswept the hair from my eyes

One tear streaming down my cheek

I always seem to have goodbyes

Every year every month every week

They fill my head with their lies

When I cry, they turn the other cheek

When I feel this lonely my Willow tree, I hold dear

Every day I climb her branches, for every day I fear

As I grow, so does she, my willow tree

I hold her branches tight and her whispers near

Its ok she whispers my dear

One lone tear streams down my cheek

One day you will be free


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