Not much has changed
It hasn’t been that long
The Lilac Tree remembers
It’s inner self still strong.

The night that he had disappeared
When the tree started to sway.
The moon and stars as witness
Verified by the Milky Way.

Now the blossom sings out
Plays to another tune.
The blossom’s turned to blues
And recaptured its perfume.

no regrets, none on my part
Why should there be?
I prefer pink to the blue
It goes with my eyes you see.

But my eyes have new tears
And they roll down my face
They remember the hurt
Connected with this place.

And the Lilac feels the pain
Its twigs reaching my soul
I turn and look one last time
Remembering has took its toll