If I die tomorrow
Bury me
Underneath a willow tree.
It's dainty leaves pointing down
Some may even touch the ground.
The weeping willow that's how it goes
I hope will stop your cries and moans
As there is no need to cry for me
For I shall always have the tree.
If I die it's not your fault,
Society trapped me in a vault.
But now I'm gone I'm finally free
I hope that you'll remember me
I'll never forget you my friend
For I'll be watching over you till the end
And when you die,
I will help to,
Lift society's chains off of you.
So do not cry for me my friend,
For I'll be with you till the end.
