Under the Oak Tree (rewritten as a song)

We seemed to stay quiet about those moments under the oak tree,
but I know it was not the branches that had sworn us to secrecy,
It was a seed planted by our own wicked minds, and a guilty conscience...
and for no reason, because it's branches never harmed us.

The leaves fall there every winter,
and on the branches, snow,
but it always melts away in the spring
and our hearts they always grow.

Damn you for digging your fangs in our soil sucking the life out of this very spot.
Our dreams under the oak tree still hide but the reality does not.
It was our fault for leaving and now we can never learn
because It's shade is for another love, a love we never were.

The leaves fall there every winter,
and on the branches, snow,
but it always melts away in the spring
and our hearts they always grow.

Tomorrow Can you come Home?
Tomorrow Can you come Home?
To sit under the oak tree...