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Willow tree...
as i hang from this tree...
from this willow tree...
no one has freed me
just hanging alone,
my body sways in the wind...
my bones still hang,
haunted by my past,
no one sees me...
as this tree dies,
one of the oldest trees...
is where my soul lies...
tried to run from them...
as the leaves wraped around my neck...
and i fell...
hearing the snapping of my neck...
they never cut me down,
just left me hanging,
for i am now...
the bones of a child
swaying in the wind,
never going to be freed,
they'll never let me be...
...freed...
