Wheeping Willow

A wheeping willow Iv'e become,
As I lye awake dripping tears upon my pillow,
because I cant understand why I keep all that bothers me buried up within me.
I wish I could speak of such things that bother me.
I think to my self what a releif it would be for someone to shove me in a bottle and through me out to sea.

I live my life just to be chopped down to the ground, thats me I am meerly a wheeping willow tree.

Beautifull as I am, my hair floats through the breeze just as the limbs of a wheeping willow tree.

Unable to defend my self, I stand just to let you hurt me.
My limbs may fall to the ground and float graciously with the breeze,
and true, I may be beautifull to others but to you,
Im just a wheeping willow tree.