Walnut Tree
Once, there was a great storm
Pushed my head beneath the waves
I was gone
Underneath the walnut tree
Where you said you'd wait for me
And I waited, a long long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
Why, why do I come here
Seeking out the memories
I hold dear?
Cos you put your spell on me
Made me live in memory
And I'm frozen, in just the wrong time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
I waited a long, long time
He said everything so simply. In words that I was searching for. And they say it all. They just need to be heard I guess. I needed to be heard I guess. But I didnt have the words. He had them. How did he get them??
Why?? Why do I come here?? Such a wonderful question that is. We must all seek inside to answer that. And most of us wouldnt know the answer to that question. Cos maybe there isnt an answer to that question. Maybe something drags us back to the same old points in life. Something we cling on to and never want to let go. And we wait eternally for something that will never happen. And maybe the storm has long passed but we refuse to accept that it has. We wish the storm would last forever and so perhaps we can dwell in those waters which we proudly call our sanctuary. Look outside though - the storm has ceased. And now the walnut tree bears fruit once more, but winter isnt far away. And then............
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