weeping willow looking so sad
branches hanging low
moon is shinning bright tonight
makes your weeping branches glow
songbird singing in the morning light
she sings her songs and then takes flight
with freedom blowing through her wings
songbird flies and then she sings
driftwood floating on the sea
no worries, no cares just drifting free
where are we going
who's to say
so on our knees we pray and pray
perhaps there is no hell below
perhaps no heaven above
but we are here to learn one thing
we are here to learn to love
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