DeadTreeSong کے بول

Once a hope Now a tragedy Remember it alive and green Carved with so much and died with so little If it was intended to die why did it grow anyway? The place where we met The place where we loved Ended up to be the place of the dead Yet what love was this That ended so soon? Our tree soaked the hatred we once bled Branching so high Never thought we could fall Lived on spring's breeze Nothing would hurt us at all Then it came?then it came? Ruin, before our summer?s end Decay, before our summer?s end Death, before our summer?s end before our summer?s end Handed you my hopes Handed you my dreams Gave it all just to set me free Hand back the rope Stand there and watch As I embrace the arms of our dead tree I'll strain the rope On this dead tree