Willow

Silent as a willow tree,
swift as a bird.
Hiding from my broken heart.
No words of mine are heard.
I want out of this lie of a life. I want less confusion.
I want a knife.
This willow tree is dying and so is my lonely soul.
This song birds been shot down...
everything's now so cold.
Silent as a willow tree, swift as a bird.
My message is so clear now; if only you had heard...