There was once a young boy who sang a love song underneath a willow tree that killed me softly with his song.
I sat down down beside listening to his strong voice as he smile at me killing me softly with his song.
I wrote him letter to sing to as i was telling him my whole story about my life. he sang to me like he knew in the passed. he just kept on singing to me killing me softly with his song.
I prayed this day will never end. as he rub his fingers through my hair killing me softly with song.
He had a strange face singing to me with his words killing me softly with his song. He was a stranger to me who sung to telling me side of story of one once past love.
He singing out loud to me like i was his lost love. He kept singing to from his letter to mines. even i was jealously of his lost love he once had.
I never saw he again. I sat by the willow tree. I heard over the years. He sung the song to someone else that he sung to me by another willow tree. He sung her a song that was killing me softly with his song.