Oh Summer Tree, oh Summer Tree
So many things you get to see
Oh Summer Tree, how big are thee
I wonder what you can tell me...
"thєrє íѕ ѕσmєthíng thαt í mαч hαvє
α ѕtσrч ѕєttlєd ín mч crσwn
mαч thч ѕσul вє quєnchєd wíth thíѕ tαlє
ít'ѕ quítє thє ѕtσrч ѕσ prσfσund":
There used to be a boy quite sharp
He lived inside a place like hell
However, he'd not fall apart
That's something everyone could tell
Another boy afar away
Who lived inside a darkened land
He almost gave his life away
But light from kin had used their hand
The boy of hell was well quite known
A pretty one of rumors told
No one knew what he was in for
You would think someone's soul was sold
The darkened boy with eggshell skin
He lost all but his saddened mom
She melancholy from her grief
He was the one who reached the calm
The boy of hell had hellish kin
One from drug kings, one from fight queens
He saw it all when mother worked
Under the ground in ****** scenes
The mom of dark hated her son
The one who got to live a life
She left him for the streets and drugs
Still there, yet somehow out of sight
Hell boy did hate his upbringing
He did not want to be like them
For school was his way to winning
No way he could live in that realm
This is where dark boy had lost it
And this is when he tried to fade
Light’s hand gave him a wake-up call
Granny, from the states hell boy stays
Hell boy conquered a tough challenge
Till one of fire ignited
His mom and he was asked to leave
Dad’s greed came from what he sighted
...
"lєt mє tєll чσu thíѕ hєrє ríght nσw
чσu knσw thє ѕtσrч єndѕ nσt hєrє
thє tαlєѕ tσσ lσng, wє muѕt dívídє
wє ѕhσuld ѕkíp tσ nєw pαrtѕ tσ tєll"...
Oh Summer Tree, oh Summer Tree,
Can you go on, please keep telling,
I want more, yes, your stories sear,
I wonder how did they get here,
We will move on, not here but there,
Part 1 will come when coasts are clear.
I wouldn't see the point in continuing this story if no one likes it. We'll see, but it's up to if anyone even sees this.
