There have been many tales

Tainted by truth twisted by time...



Some choose to forget

Yet it still

Weaves webs in their minds....



And it seems like she's been here forever

Her branches as black as the seas

She's been through it all

By the luck of the draw

She became the old hanging tree...



She asked for nothing

Except maybe

A little rain...

They used her strenght

To help them steal lives away...



And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow

To this day she still doesn't know why

And her heart broke

When they came with the rope

To declare her the old hanging tree...



Life stranger than fiction

Can make you want to cry

Roots could never stop her

From reaching for the sky...

Those years have all past

Lucky for us lucky for her...

Now, children play at her feet

And in her arms she cradles birds...

And it seems she's been here forever

These days are the best that she's seen

But somewhere in the back

Of her mind

Is the time

She was known as the old hanging tree...