In a thousand willow words could create a new world,
so I will come knocking at your fort,
shouting my voice to the world,
yelling words so freely,
fighting you and me.
Until everyone has heard me roar.
The voices the echoes from all those who dare not speak.
For I not yield to no such thing.
So they speak my willow words of hope you’ll see.
Yet you can hear my words as they bleed through the streets.
For the days come to our government’s kingly throne,
so I bring light to night and exchange hope for the pain.
For today’s my dream,
I’ll go unseen,
but you can hear my words as you come through the streets.
Nothing will change for now I see my willow words have take all from me.
You say I’m just a thief, so I’m not allowed to speak,
but I speak because,
fears go unseen as your dreams are so mean,
but in this world of lonely people,
I’ll breathe light into the souls of a thousand lonely men.
For now I bring flames and machines,
sparking hope in the free and mending iron so we can breathe.
I know I’m free for tomorrows a new day.
So let our hearts burn free,
for it’s a new day from a broken life you see,
now we fight to free,
for that nightmare is more then we can take,
so everything will change.
A thousand willow men will fight,
for words are weapon,
and cold blood rained.
The Reaper’s song now sang for those seven days,
without a break.
Then I see my willow words painted on the streets,
staining green to red, brown to red, black to red, red red red!
What has happened to me?
As red creates my willow words,
for when all is gone what remains?
For my willow words echo throughout those dark nights.
Tonight it ends for the Reapers sang songs,
collecting the chaos within our souls,
now only death has come through the fire and flames,
so the shadow of death is coming for what I seek.
Today I stand with a new day at hand,
my willow words come to echo in even the dead's man hand.
For my cursed willow words will haunt the name of the new world.
Now I live holding no hands.
We live with no king,
only sadness you see, for what will tomorrow bring?
Now my willow worlds echo throughout all of time.
By: Thomas Reid