There been many tales Tainted by 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 black the seas She's been through it all By the luck of the draw She became the old tree...
asked for nothing Except maybe A little rain... They used her strength To help them steal away...
And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow To this day she still doesn't know why And her heart broke When they came with the rope To her the old 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 seems she's been forever These days are the best that she's seen But somewhere in the back Of her mind Is the She was known as the old hanging tree...