There have been many tales Tainted by truth twisted by time...
Some choose to forget Yet it Weaves webs in their minds....
it seems like she's been here forever Her branches as black as the seas She's been through it all By the luck of the draw She became the old hanging
She asked for nothing maybe A little rain... They used her strength To help them steal lives away...
And she witnessed the sadness sorrow To this day she still doesn't know why And her heart broke When they with the rope To declare 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 cradles birds... And it seems she's been here forever These days are the best that she's seen somewhere in the back Of her mind Is the time She was known as the old hanging tree...