Tears fall, feelings hurt, hearts broken
he was my world, my shelter from rain
but i didn't know that my tree wasn't stable
tht oak took care of me, and i took care of it
i watered it, and it provided me shade in the hot Sun.
Our own field, i felt paradise under the oak tree
it never let me down, and i love it,
i climbed to the Oak and it held in tight to me so i wouldn't fall
the love me made, we watched it grow as tall as the oak and it was beautiful, but just like a dead log, it was hallow and unstable
but the oak blocked my site from seeing that
in our own paradise a Surburban came and hit my family and i went to their rescue
the love we grew fell when the oak became old and britter to the life
the tree fell and i watched it and i wanted to hold it up but our love was dome finish and the feet of me, and the stump of the oak
we both know our love is finish, so why won't the hold he has on me go??
