The Apple Tree
WE RAN INTO THAT POISON APPLE TREE,
OUR LOVED MOLDED AND BECAME DARK GREEN LIKE A LEAF,
SOMEONE STOLE THEM GOLDEN APPLES AND THEN THEY FLED,
MAYBE A GRUESOME AND CRUEL THIEF,
CAN WE REGROW THAT LEAF?
DO YOU STILL HAVE THE WILL POWER AND BELIEF?
YOU COMING BACK WOULD BE SUCH A RELIEF,
IF WE CAN REGROW THAT TREE,
LET’S NOT SET EACH OTHER FREE,
I AM ON MY KNEES AND GIVING YOU MY PLEAD,
I DON’T AND WON’T BE FREED,
GOOD LUCK ON YOUR NEXT GOLDEN APPLE TRUE.
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