The willow
I understand why the willow criesHe is the saddest of the treesNone lend a hand for to dry his eyesTears only fall into the breeze
And though he stands in silence like a lover's martyrdomHis arms are ever reaching for the touch of anyone
But I understand why the willow criesI hear the same thing on the breezeWords that are whispered to somebody lovedWords that would give no guaranteesNo woooooohhhhhNo woooooohhhhh
In moments where the sky becomes the world's philosophyThe willow weeps in silence, he is crying just like me
But I understand why the willow criesFated to live a life aloneHe is a poet whose words go unheardHe's all alone