Come to me
Across the dirt Roads
That bump and jerk
Through the small buildings
To the empty streets.
Where the river meets.
The sky reflects the mirror below
as you walk the path
I built for you.
Follow it and you shall find Me.
Come To Me.
The willow tree.
Hide under my branches
so that harm may never reach you.
Sleep, meditate, cry if your heart is breaking.
I will be here to give hope and peace.
To your pain.
Come to Me
The willow tree.
I will blow lullabies
with my leaves.
Come to Me
The willow tree.
I will be waiting.
To listen.
Hear.
Come to Me
The willow tree.
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