Beech Tree

Followed a path into the woods My friend and I ran as fast as we could Throwing sticks and stones and leaves Dancing in-between the trees The path ran out before a beech Our innocence now out of reach Her lips so blue and skin so pale Swaying from a branch so frail The smell of death hangs in the air In some trance can't help but stare Beyond all hope, beyond repair Beyond our childish, helpless prayer She looked just like my mother young Dark and soft her brown hair hung The angel's blood it struck the roots And scattered on the springtime shoots Years from that dreadful scene We'd never speak of what we'd seen But every-time I close my eyes I see the flashing lights go by The sirens ring out through the trees Carried on the evening breeze To forget that face is all I crave We'll take it deep inside our graves So young Oh so young So young