The Bird of the Weeping Willow

I am the bird of the weeping willow. I whine and sway I cry at bay. I toss, I turn; I yearn, I wish. And whisper to plead, set me free from the swaying, the willow that whispers. I wade and lean Falling, falling, falling and fly Wait, I cry behind my Weeping willow. No. Tonight I will fly. Wind whipping to spread my wings of love of hope of waking my dreams I sing my song a singer sings The song of the bird of the weeping willow. Welcomed and awoken, washed of the whispers, the wicked laws that wound around me like binds to my saddened willow. Tonight I fly free, I fly for me.