A Tree On Allenford

There is a tree on Allenford

I drive by it each day on my way to and from work

And there are always flowers left there each day

Left for a child who died there

Or so that is what people sayBut all I see

Looks back at meLoved by someone, loved by someone

Loved by someone, loved by someoneAnd the golden thread of nature of this is

Simply that we are a part of everything

That will ever exist.

To be loved is why we've come.

Every drop of rain that fell or falls

Is always falling

On and on and on and on.Come into me

And we'll always beLoved by someone, loved by someone

Loved by someone, loved by someoneThere's nothing that has ever been

That isn't loved

By someone who waits

To be loved againLoved by someone, loved by someone

Loved by someone, loved by someone