Williow Tree

I walk on I stone path.
Wind blowing at my
long white gown.
Hair falling into my
brown eye's. Rain
drop's landing upon
my face.

Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.


Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.

The path is so long
walking in my bare feet.
Walking into darkness.
both side's off this path
darkend woods. There is
a williow tree, in the
middle of a sea of fire
green. There she stands.

Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.

Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.

In her gothic cloths, leaning
on the williow tree. She smiles
at me. I burst of wind, come's at
me. Leaf's and twig's, circle around
me. Then they fall onto the ground.
My white gown, is black with dirt.
I gothic dress, It seem's is upon
me. Cut's in it. Blacked.

Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.

Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.

We looked at each there.
Smiles played upon are
face. We laughed evil.
The williow tree, bursted
into flame's. We joined
togather, dancing around
the williow tree. The rain,
dropping lightly on are face.

Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.

Sweet child.
Loving one.
Evil soul.
Into your world.

We are sweet childern.
Loving one's.
We have evil souls.
Come into are world.