When the leaf’s were floating
The sun peaked from above
And the sky showed my tears
Oh, why must you float around while I pretend to fly
Oh, won’t you lent me my wings
Let’s forever walk in a war
Not to meet until the final breath
Lose me in your arms
You are my Willow tree of hope
May you grow and bear my blood
Within you, I dig
I dig to obtain my piece of cake
Along with the warm tea
Let the Old honey wash away within
Let the rich sugar die along with the liquid
Remain only the sweet tea
The warmth that lives within the last drop
The fresh cake to my old fork
The life to my rotting will
My roots attracted to so
Now must reside in the Eatonville soil
The warm tea blown cold
The sweet cake turned to gems
My leafs wither with internal warmth
My beloved Teacake