My willow tree is all alone.
Limbs, protective of its trunk,
like a waterfall and its cave,
...
The moon is full
The face is flared
As the wolf howls
Woman starts to run
...
The devil is wearing red,
Chasing me everywhere
Trying to steal my unborn
Baby. I run around trying to
...
In between two worlds.
Dream collides with reality.
I see myself sleeping and
Everything around me, I
...
One Woman's Heart
My willow tree is all alone.
Limbs, protective of its trunk,
like a waterfall and its cave,
when the lightening tries to strike
it down. Thunder growls from high
above and rain like teardrops
fall from the branches,
back and forth, side to side,
Hail pounds at it, and a tornado
tries to rip it out. Then when it's
all over, the sun shines bright
and my weeping willow stands strong.