The Silent Tree
Who I am
Who I was
Matters not in this enchanter
Like the moon filled too soon
And, now I’m trapped as my supplanter
For I’ve boiled rage inside this cage
And left my heart in danger
I showed the side I meant to hide
And, now my hearts a stranger
What it loves and what it’s of
Now I find less time I spend inside happiness and grandeur
More things I see in Silent Tree
In darkness and disaster
The silent tree
Baron and bare
Stricken of what was there
Of what it was
Of what it does
Still, It is there
Baron and bare
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