The Willow Tree
Into the darkness
Into the depth
Under the willow tree
A little girl wept, she wept a storm
With gale-force winds like breeze
Sobs and streams of tears abound, drenched the forest floor
Other than she there was no sound, the calm before the storm
Waterfalls run and oceans form, a storm is on the verge
She holds on tight againt the storm but now it's a hurricane
Though valiance and courage she was no match for the storm of gods was here
and the winds ripped her away...
into the darkness
into the depth
who knows where she may be
The willow tree is left alone, damaged, numb, & bleak
Alone in sadness
Alone to die
Alone in misery