Let me sit here, underneath this lonely tree.
To be the one to give it company.
For this tree, and I, are most alike then what you see.
So then, why wont you sit beside me?
and the Lonely tree?
It's because, of how the world views us all.
As unusuals, uglies, angels about to fall.
They fear and and ridicule, our face.
But turn around and weep at our disgrace.
And it is with this tree, this lonely tree.
I choose to give it company.
For nothing in this world, deserves to be.
Everything other then lonely.

