I want to be the peaceful willow.

Still.

I can't see it today.

There is no peace today.

Where is my soul in the tree?

It has been taken from me.

What took my purity?

What caused this pain?

I can't see my way free today,

Can't find the tunnel to the end.

Where is my willow tree?

Peaceful, Still.

Where is my place under its leaves?

Where is my friend, where is he?

I am beyond your reach now,

Beyond your love.

How could you find me so far beneath the ground?

I've been buried alive.

Come peaceful willow,

Show me your roots.

I will follow them to the sky.

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