The wretched tree

Written by: Ana-Maria Bituna

Awkward is this line that is crossed above
Straight ahead are falling stars of love,
And not to lose all that is built in here
Everything is turning blue, very hard to bear.

The wretched tree is all alone and ugly
An’ I’m standing here and watching,
Its heart is turning to liquid badly,
I ran for it with my soul weeping.

Awkward is this feeling that I can’t ignore,
Everything has stopped into this world,
And my time is up and the fight is lost,
I can’t save that poor tree’s life, is frost.

A golden globe is floating over us,
I’d like to touch it and hold it for a while,
Just to remember how my life was.
I’ve trusted that daemon and he betrayed me, how?

All those days with lies and happiness,
We were connected like iron on fire.
I had more than one little desire
And now I know that he is heartless.

But then he was not diabolic, no.
He was like an angel, with pure eyes,
There were more things that I could’ve shown
And I left my heart in his hands.

And now I must sell my soul forever
In change of that tree’s life and light,
And I’d do that proudly, just to save that,
And never fall in love again and ever.

All these choices I have made,
All these promises I’ve said,
I regret no more, I forgot it all,
I intent to start a new endless life for all!

Next to this daemon I fear,
I wipe, I am faithless and unsure,
Unsure of this feeling never seen before,
I think that my heart you should hear.

And I did what I had to do,
I’ve crossed the world with him in two,
We’ve spread the love and fear for them,
Now nothing’s left for both of them.

An old wretched tree lives,
And a young girl dies.
But the souls shall meet again,
And they’ll be alive instead.