Old Willow

There’s an old willow from my youth

That all the kids used to climb

And sometimes they’d fall

And sometimes they’d fly

And sometimes the days

They’d turn into nights

And sometimes my smiles

They’d turn into cries

Hidden with beautiful eyes

There’s an old willow from my youth

That all the lovers used as a tryst

And sometimes they’d kiss

And sometimes they’d miss

And sometimes the days

They’d turn into nights

And sometimes the scratches

They’d turn into slits

Hidden on beautiful wrists

There’s an old willow from my youth

That all the people would avoid

And sometimes they’d cry

And sometimes they’d point

And sometimes the days

They’d turn into nights

And sometimes my cries

They’d turn into smiles

No longer hidden in beautiful life

There’s an old willow from my youth

That no one used anymore

And sometimes they’d wonder

And sometimes they’d forget

And sometimes the days

They’d turn into nights

And sometimes the stars

They’d forget to shine

Hidden in beautiful night