This is the site of Willow Crowe's Tree. Her tree is a place she goes when she needs to think, or hide from the world.
Willow is a 16 year old girl who lives in the industrial town of Vernal, Utah. She lives with her mother and her Aunt Tabitha in a tiny, shabby apartment building on 100 South. More about her will be posted later.
Since I need to hide sometimes, too, I figured the Tree is a really good place to go. Willow and I are friends, and I'm sure she won't mind.
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She is the Winter
He is the Storm
Into the turmoil
The babies are born.
It feels like a house
With no roof and no walls
And the four winds of Hell
Coming down on it all.
When the weather of life
Rages inside a house,
And the only solution
Is just getting out--
A Tornado can whisper
If given the chance,
In soft, gentle breezes
A snowflake can dance.
How can you trust
When a promise is stained
By the blood of betrayal
Again and again?
And how can you live
With that blood on your hands
And the heartache
That Justice demands?
A Tornado can whisper
If given the chance.
In soft, gentle breezes
A snowflake can dance.
No storm lasts forever,
There's no ice that won't melt.
They have four reasons
Why love can be felt.
She was the winter,
He was the storm.
He's feeling calmer,
She's feeling warm...
He is the Storm
Into the turmoil
The babies are born.
It feels like a house
With no roof and no walls
And the four winds of Hell
Coming down on it all.
When the weather of life
Rages inside a house,
And the only solution
Is just getting out--
A Tornado can whisper
If given the chance,
In soft, gentle breezes
A snowflake can dance.
How can you trust
When a promise is stained
By the blood of betrayal
Again and again?
And how can you live
With that blood on your hands
And the heartache
That Justice demands?
A Tornado can whisper
If given the chance.
In soft, gentle breezes
A snowflake can dance.
No storm lasts forever,
There's no ice that won't melt.
They have four reasons
Why love can be felt.
She was the winter,
He was the storm.
He's feeling calmer,
She's feeling warm...
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