The tears on her face, the fear in her eyes
She will say she is fine, but that is lie
Out in the orchard, for weeks now it seems
I’ve seen her weep alone, even in my dreams
Never have I seen someone as depressed as she
The lonely tears that water my tree
The townspeople say she is mad, lonely and broken
Though I wonder if it is mere lies they have spoken
You can hear her whisper her wishes aloud ...