The 360 West Project

                      Woe, to the Tree Standing Bare.

By Foster

 Weep,

Weep,

Weep,

Weep, for the tree that stands alone.

Once a part of a forest,

once upon a throne.

Weep, for the tree that stands alone.

Cry,

Cry,

Cry,

Cry for the tree that is now standing bare.

Once,

Before, with leaves, that flowed like hair.

Cry for the tree now standing bare.

Oh, once, Yes, once

was the tree like the rest but weathered and battered

this tree barley stands.

Left by the leaves, woe to the tree.

Woe, to the tree standing bare.

Hope,

Hope,

Hope,

Hope is all gone, this tree standing bare will not make it to dawn.