Did you ever wonder why someone named a tree a weeping willow?
I did. I thought It was a another place to cry, other then your pillow.
A place to mourn the tears you've held up inside.
A place to think the thoughts you wish to hide.
It comforts your sorrows and crys with you.
It takes your pain and worries away too.
It's a place free from fear and anxiety.
A place of good will and a little propriety.
It's a place where all the truths come out.
It's a place where we can overcome our doubt.
It's a place where we all wish to go.
Just to fall near asleep under the weeping willow.
