No More Sunshine On The Willow Tree
My name is Willow, but I'm not a tree,
I'm everything but a tree, I'm just simply me.
I lost my Tara, my one true love,
That damn bullet, shot the wing of our dove-
The dove which was flew by our love.
My vengeance was determined,
I had to make Warren pay,
For with one metal pellet-
He gave Tara her last day.
I returned to him the evil, that had taken Tara's life,
I knew this bullet would hurt more, than a little shiny knife.
He screamed in pain-
As my revenge I did gain,
With one quick gesture, I turned him to toast,
But a Warren roast-
Didn't heal my pain.
My Tara, now she's gone,
There's no more sunshine in my life,
I am Willow, all alone,
From now until death, my life will be nothing-
But a mere drone.
By Prince Halliwell
