A Tree On Allenford

There is a tree on allenford I drive by it each day on my way to and from work And there are always flowers left there each day Left for a child who died there Or so that is what people say... But all I see Looks back at me Loved by someone, loved by someone Loved by someone, loved by someone And the golden thread of nature of this is Simply that we are a part of everything That will ever exist. To be loved is why we've come. Every drop of rain that fell or falls Is always falling On and on and on and on. Come into me And we'll always be Loved by someone, loved by someone Loved by someone, loved by someone There's nothing that has ever been That isn't loved By someone who waits To be loved again Loved by someone, loved by someone Loved by someone, loved by someone