Please, you could be the Willow tree.
Soft, you could let me be the Wind.
Rest, I will give my Strength to thee.

Red, in the fall your leaves will flee,
Oaken like a Tower you still stand.
Please, you could be the Willow tree.

Kids, hiding from me in your lee,
Carve ugly scars in garish hand
Rest, I will give my strength to thee.

Bend and flow, loose and thin with me,
Let transformation come, unplanned.
Please, you could be the Willow tree.

Time spills down through the glass and we
wrestle for every grain of sand.
Rest, I will give my strength to thee.

Summer abandons old debris,
You turn inward and grasp the land.
Please, you could be the Willow tree;
Rest, I will give my strength to thee.

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