Weeping Willow Weeping Willow don't you cry, In the mist of my despair, Hear my sweet lullaby, As it echoes through the air. Weeping Willow don't cry for me, Even though I'm already gone, You have held as strong as a tree, Before the breaking dawn. Weeping Willow almost dead, The air will begin to gleam, When all the blood is gone and shed, And realize it's not a dream. Alex G.