Weeping willow, where I've wandered shows the lone path that I roam.

There's a grave spot, there in my view, when I step outside my home.

Weeping willow, where I've wandered show the outskirts of my prayer.

On my left side, there's no right side, no one noticed I was there.

Weeping willow, where I've wandered over sharp rocks, over pain.

Hoping, somehow, I'd be with you as I sliced deep in my vein.

Weeping willow where I've wandered, may this crying someday cease.

In the silent sound of my heart may I one day find my peace.