There have been many tales Tainted truth twisted by time...
Some choose to forget Yet it still Weaves webs in their minds....
And it seems like she's been here forever Her branches as as the seas She's been through it all By the luck the draw She became the old hanging tree...
She asked for nothing Except maybe A little rain... used her strength To help them steal lives away...
And she witnessed the and sorrow To this day she still doesn't know why And her heart broke When they came with the rope To declare her the hanging tree...
Life stranger fiction Can make you want to cry Roots could never stop her From reaching for the sky... years have all past Lucky for us lucky for her... Now, children play at her feet And in her arms she cradles birds... And it she's been here forever These days are the best that she's seen But somewhere in the back Of her mind Is the time She was known the old hanging tree...