I have been listening to this fairytale song for a lifetime.
Over and over I sing away my troubles but, when the song ends...
I feel so lost.
So hollow.
My colours may never show.
It's the leaves that cover here.
And, the trees...they make the oceans dry with their weeping sorrow.
I walk along this moonlit pathway of broken melodies.
I've only hurt myself.
Made of broken branches...I was the weeping willow that shared its cries in the wind.
No longer the person hanging from its withered hands.
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