In the graveyard stands a willow tree, <br />You can hide within its branches, <br />And it will keep you safe, <br />And it will keep you warm, <br />And it will keep all your demons at bay, <br />I like the willow tree, <br />It sets me free, <br />And safe within its branches it cradles me, <br /> <br />As I look out through its branches, <br />I see people crying for their loved ones, <br />Tears rolling down their faces, <br />I want to shout to them, <br />And let them in here with me, <br />I like the willow tree, <br />It sets me free, <br />And safe within its branches it cradles me, <br /> <br />But I can’t, I can’t let them in, <br />Even though I know their suffering, <br />Because it’s the living that hurt you, <br />And I don’t want too be hurt anymore, <br />So only my dead friends are in here with me, <br />I like the willow tree, <br />It sets me free, <br />And safe within its branches it cradles me, <br />The willow tree.<br /><br />Darren Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-willow-tree-2/
