“Weeping Willow”
I feel like a weeping willow with it’s’ branches so low,
Down is the only way I know how to grow.
I thought if I found Love I would reach to the sky,
But Love did not teach me how to fly.
Maybe if I was a bird I could fly far away,
But I fear a weeping willow is what I’ll stay.
I feel like I am breaking but I know that is not true,
I am only bending to weep anew.
For if Love were ever to break me I fear I would fall,
That is why I can give Love no chance at all.
I run and I hide so you cannot find me,
I wish you would just let me be.
I once asked a Weeping Willow why she weeped,
I stayed up all night to hear her speak.
She told me a story that had me weeping as well,
A story of love and betrayal, one I knew so well.
She said that she once had reached for the sun,
She remembered how dancing in the wind and rain had been such fun.
She knew she was being silly but these things she could not help,
She knew the night could sing a song to make the heart melt.
These things she no longer heard,
For her weeping heart is the only thing that stirred.
The love she had for another she thought was for all time,
But she was being punished for another’s crimes.
She told me how he broke her heart over and over again,
And still she stayed to bear another’s sin.
She said that she knew he was a good man from the start,
And that he loved her with all his heart.
I asked her then why she was sad,
She said that she does not weep for the love that she knew
She weeps for the love she never had.
I said that I did not understand what that was all about,
She told me that she did not want the kind of Love she could live with
She wanted the kind of love she could not live without.