Kelsi Brockway Biography

Willow tree,
willow tree
how lovely you are
your branches weep and bow to the wind
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Up the hill we climb
The old sled in tow
Snow flakes pepper my coat
As up the hill we go
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Speak softly
My gentle villian
For the words you speak bring pain
They cut me deep
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Tear me apart
Till there is nothing left
Take no prisoners and tell no lies
The hurt that you caused
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was lost for so long
never seeing
never feeling
stuck in winter
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