She’s waiting for her lover by a tree
A tree which blossomed promises of hope
The hope that lies in possibility
The possibility he’ll hear her cope

What was he thinking on that fateful day
That day he brushed aside a faithful heart
A heart too shy to call a kiss her way
A way where stranger dreams so often start

Where do the dreams of darkness find their source
A source which courses through a wounded soul
A soul which yearns some shade from its remorse
Remorse which lead her on eternal stroll

Twas thus she found herself beside a tree
A tree beside the grave where soon he’ll be