There have been many tales Tainted by truth twisted by time...
Some 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...
She asked for nothing Except maybe A little rain... They used her strength To them steal lives away...
she witnessed the sadness and sorrow To this day she still doesn't know why And her heart broke they came with the rope To declare her the old hanging tree...
Life stranger than fiction Can make you want to cry Roots could never stop her From reaching for 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 here forever These days are the best she's seen But somewhere in the back Of her mind Is the time She was as the old hanging tree...