Dead Tree

Dead tree, why do the innocent swing from your limbs?
Why are their lips cracked and skin burned from the noose?
If you had the power or ability
would you cut them lose?

Dead tree, why do you weep your dry tears?
The rains will come and wash away the hate.
You will always live in fear
as ling as death is here to take.

Dead tree, why do the sad gather
beneath your shadow they kneel and weep.
They wish it too,
for that everlasting, eternal sleep.

That one day they'll join the dead
under your bare branches, charred ground as a bed.

by TheDarkShadow
posted on 04/28/2009