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.