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The Willow Tree by Rebecca Thomas
Under the falling willow tree The wind blew through the colored leaves Shouts of laughter rung from the past
I stand in the shadows watching the clock turned back Under the falling willow tree time starts to crack
Our secret place when screams and shouts Rang throughout the house
A canopy of safety, under the falling willow tree The only place both of us could be free
I stand and watch the leaves crumple to the ground As shadows fell upon the old willow tree without a sound
I’m all alone under the falling willow tree I still think about that little boy wishing to be set free. |