in the forest of laughter a tree cries out
"i am not worthy of your sunlight"
and so this weeping willow of a man readies himself for bed
a shell of the timber that once thundered through the valley of shadow and doubt
laying his lonely head upon the pillow to dream
knowing that one day he must tell the world his secret
he slowly falls asleep to the sounds of his tired heart breaking
like a limb being struck by lightning then crashing to the ground
and so this weeping willow of a man readies himself for bed
a shell of the timber that once thundered through the valley of shadow and doubt
laying his lonely head upon the pillow to dream
knowing that one day he must tell the world his secret
he slowly falls asleep to the sounds of his tired heart breaking
like a limb being struck by lightning then crashing to the ground
