By Camryn A. Clayton
Under the bare tree
Is where I go to think
I think about how love will come to be
So I write my thoughts in ink
Under the bare tree
I sing magnificent songs
Although it's hard to see
I begin to right my wrongs
Under the bare tree
I sit alone all day
With no one else but me
And the branches we both sway
Under the bare tree
I open my book
All I read about is he
I lift my chin and look
Under the bare tree
Peace is in the air
I fall asleep with the thought of thee
I dream of he without a care
Under the bare tree
I suddenly know
What's been taken from me
My love, my life, it starts to go
Under the bare tree
A girl died with dreams
Everything stolen from thee
All around, her serenity gleams
Under the bare tree
A life was stolen today
I wonder, who will think of me
When my life fades away
Under the bare tree
There's no room to morn
But hidden there is a key
To create a world reborn
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