Up in the old Oak Tree
a boy sits waiting for me.

Wondering if i'll ever come,
clinging to that thread of hope
that i still might.

He waits in the cold
alone,oh so alone
in the dark of night.

We need each other like
a flower needs rain.
Without it,the flower will slowly
and painfully wither away.

So on the ground i lay.
I helpless and you heartbroken.
His heart aches with agonizing pain
thinking i dont care,but all the while
waiting for his rain.