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