Under the tree where we first met

Lies a bouquet of flowers and a note of regret

Because

Little did I know that after we last spoke

Depression arrived and your demons awoke

Under the tree where we first met

Lies a bouquet of flowers and a note of regret

Because

I did not save you when I could

Even when my heart said I should

Under the tree where we first met

Lies a bouquet of flowers and a note of regret

Because

No longer did you want to be saved

No longer did you go to war because you were brave

Under the tree where we first met

The flowers have wilted, there are two notes of regret

Because

I jumped to be with you

Oh, my broken toy soldier,

I love you too...