Tears of love, tears of despair, will feed the tree and fill the spring. They bind and heal, restore to health, and change what time will bring. But only if you pay the price and take pain to your breast. Nothing comes from nothing, not healing and not rest. Speak the name in your heart and lay it bare, Risk the love of your life and the future you share. Or choose to sit five years in silence beneath this tree. Either pain we’ll take, in exchange for what you wish to be. But only one chance you’ll have to decide, So make your choice count and enjoy the ride.
