Brother don't leave me now,
Come down this way with me.
If you go out on your own
You'll never return saf-ely.

The tree stands tall and firm
Against the falling sun
Against the darkening sky
It whispers softly to passersby
To those with eternal pain in their hearts
And have nothing left to lose
It tugs at their lost souls
And it opens its arms
It makes itself look welcoming
Except for a single rope that
Hangs from its broad branches
"The forgetting tree," an old man explained
"Just come a little closer,
That’s right, don’t be afraid.
I understand you have a hard life
And you see no light.
Just come a little closer
And I'll tell you its story."
A young man approached
Because of the sadness inside him
He thought the old man could help.
The old man told its story
Of hope, love
And a brighter light for the future.
And the young man listened intently,
Hanging on the every spoken word
He hoped to see this Forgetting Trees light
And begin his new life.
But as the old man spoke,
He saw a darkening shadow in the horizon
"The Angel of Death," the old man said
Staring off into the distance
Suddenly the young man began to struggle
The trees rope was secure around his neck
"This is not what I wanted!" he cried
"I wanted a new life! A brighter light!"
The old man turned his worn out neck
As the growing shadow came closer
And glared straight into to dying mans eyes
"The Darkness will be your new light"