Mantree

Mantree was the best tree in the wood.

He had good fruit on every branch of his wood.

Until the day the maidens stripped him bare.

Now theres not one good apple left hanging there.

All thats left is the fruit, that fell from the tree.

Whats left lies, under mantree.

The fruit, the madiens didn't  wan't.

All the spoiled, rotten, wothless ones.

I'm feeling a little meloncholy.

I'm feeling a little blue.

Out of all these bad apples left, not one is true.

Mabey when it comes to good men.

God finally ran out.

Or mabey I was to slow.

So I got left out.

Now theres, not one good apple left on mantree.

No theres, not one good apple left for me.

They say a new batch of good men is about to begin.

But to take a young man at my age.

Now that would be a sin.

Finding a good man they say, is like finding gold.

But to wait for a new batch, I''m a bit to old.

I'm at the end of the journey, I'm on my last mile.

So I think I'll leave mantree alone for awhile.

well exleast until the day, God calls me home.

When at last I won't be alone.