I feel envy for the weeping willow,
He sits there alone feeling the breeze.
While I stay at home,
Getting yelled at and hearing screams.
He is at peace,
Totally calm in nature where he should be
And here I am , an outcast, alone
Out of place almost.
I feel envy for the weeping willow,
It weeps for no reason.
No pain, no anguish, no sorrow nor tear.
While I sob and frown with reason,
And a river of salt water rushing down my chin.
Yes I do envy the weeping willow,
Not because it weeps,
But because he can chose to with no reason
He sits there alone feeling the breeze.
While I stay at home,
Getting yelled at and hearing screams.
He is at peace,
Totally calm in nature where he should be
And here I am , an outcast, alone
Out of place almost.
I feel envy for the weeping willow,
It weeps for no reason.
No pain, no anguish, no sorrow nor tear.
While I sob and frown with reason,
And a river of salt water rushing down my chin.
Yes I do envy the weeping willow,
Not because it weeps,
But because he can chose to with no reason
