Tear after tear,

Shed by this weeping Willow

All over the thoughts of my past

All because of certain fellows.

Their evil work, their sinful minds

Stripped away my purity

To a place where I couldn’t find

Find myself, find my health

No myself I couldn’t find.

I hid behind this Willow tree

It became my only sense of identity

My security, my serenity

Then I could just avoid being me.

Imagine being free?

Well, good for you

But that can’t happen to me.

I’m a failure, a whore

Only worthy to be ignored.

Unwanted, unloved,

Because when push comes to shove

They only wanted my body

So I could be sold to all his buddies

Beaten, stripped, thrown to the ground.

I would lay there praying

That I could finally be found.

Unlocked from those handcuffs.

Stopped from those rapes.

All that I wanted….

Was some sort of escape.

Cinderella 1, 2, 3,

Cinderella dance with me,

That was the song I sang

Before I was taken to my imaginary place

Where God was right there with me,

Where I could see his face.

Willow tree, O Willow tree,

You are no longer my identity.

I’ve found who I am,

But in God, not in man.

I know that God’s with me.

He’s holding my hand.

Smiling down, thinking

“O I have such great plans.” 

All I need to do is trust in Him

Because on my own,

I don’t have the ability to live. 

Life for my future,

Not dwell in the past.

Imagine coming in first,

Instead of preparing for last.

This weeping willow,

It’s roots grown dep.

Yes it may cry,

Yes it may weep.

But look at the foundation.

The foundation rooted in Christ

Growing up through stages of life

Rising higher and higher

Rising without strife.

I am who I am

A beautiful daughter of the King

I let him shine through me

And through my personality

That is why I no longer hide

Behind this weeping Willow tree.