The Weeping Willow

I see a weeping willow tree sitting outside my room. a weeping willow tree covered in the light of the moon. I see a weeping willow tree oh what a sight to see. I see a weeping willow tree and the weeping willow saw me. It stared at me and recognised the gloom, each day we pass separated by a room. waiting for the summer for our chance to bloom, as the winter swallows life this house is my tomb. My friend in desperation, shared solitude and doom. My weeping willow tree sitting just outside my room. Lost alone in the forest deep and dense, I forgot to breathe, I forgot to breathe, Buried within my coffin made of dirt, I forgot to breathe, I forgot to breathe, And when the worms become my only friends I forgot to breathe, I forgot to breathe. Love manifests in her voice most mellifluous. Eyes screaming desire and radiating care, Compassion and understanding flowing through us. Seven billion people on earth yet so rare. Youth fades before its time, Lamenting unspent dreams of mine, Punished for a caring heart, My passions doomed to never start, Earth woven lamentations lost. Decrepit tatters of clothing tossed. Parts piercing through the permafrost. Unknown to all, her arms uncrossed. Tattered spires of reckless souls, Wailing, kneeling before their goals, Heartache felt as time is lost, They persevere but at what cost?