Weeping Willow

Restless nights spent under the weeping willow
Where my troubles are swept away with my sorrow
Fear washing away with the calming rain
As fireflies start to flash once again

We our shaped by our thoughts
Yet our thoughts caused wars that “we the people” fought
Wars that broke us far beyond the point of broken
Here’s a thought, perhaps we were never unbroken
These are the parts that get left unspoken

Under the weeping willow
Where I’m free from sorrow
Where my mind runs off making my dreams a reality
A place of immortality

Here I am free
For light reveals what we already know yet cannot see
The river flows from tears of the past
For this magical place will always last

A place for the reminder of who we are
A place the shines brighter than any star
Will we destroy this to with our greed
Leave it like everything else to bleed

What’s done is done
And the most beautiful things are gone
Is this really who we want to be?
Are we really just gonna burn down every beautiful thing we see

The toxicity of our humanity
Is this really my reality
Under this weeping willow
My life can be a fantasy

A place where dragons fly
A place where time passes by
Where the flowers sing
Where the chirps of birds ring

Why can’t this be my reality
Why does everything have to be a tragedy
I wish I wasn’t like humanity
I wish i can live in a fantasy

Year after year
More and more tears
People torn apart
Yet you call our lives a work of art

Under this weeping willow
Where the river glistens
And everything listens
Where the leap frogs leap
And the bears sleep

Where the unicorns run
And we can lay in the sun
Where life makes sense
Where there is no murderous deaths

Where there is no pain
Where we awaken from soft spring rain
A place where our bloody hands can be clean once again
A place where we are all the same

Yet here I am under this weeping willow
Another restless night of sorrow
Where my dreams run off into the wild
Leaving me living in denial

I wish my fantasies were my reality
But then maybe my life wouldn’t be a mystery
But here I stay with the weeping willow
Where her branches warm me just a little