The Magic Tree

Oh come won’t you accompany me,

On a stroll through the park,

Tonight to visit the magic tree,

And our tragic happiness we hold in our hearts,

We’ll leave tonight when all is silent,

The night will be our disguise,

As we escape from all the shit,

That we face in our everyday lives.

Deep into the park we stride,

Further from our dismal homes,

To reach the spot as old as time,

And a world of our own.

So come let’s visit the magic tree,

To a place where we belong,

As our hearts are filled with melancholy glee,

A place where we can do no wrong.

They say we are vicious,

Carved only from stone,

Because our emotions,

They refuse to condone.

They mock our dreams,

Tell us were better off dead,

And they can’t hear the screams,

That echo through our heads.

The magic tree comforts us,

It fills our minds with peace,

A place where we can learn to trust,

And love this misery so sweet.

Come follow us to freedom,

From this sick reality,

To our Garden of Eden,

At the foot of the magic tree.

Here we are with others,

Just like you and I,

Forced to live and suffer,

With those feelings they must hide.

In this dark and dismal place,

The tree will give us hope,

A chance to finally escape,

All we need is those two ropes,

Tie them onto the branch

Then we’ll join the magic tree,

And those poor souls who never had a chance,

Just like you and me.