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In sticks down an old dirt road near a small Kentucky town
Where his daddy would come home
Out past the old red barn in the sickamore tree
Here's where little Zak could go
And high above the guilt and pain
The only place that he was safe
Was high above, in the strong arms of a sickamore tree
You could hear a small voice in the wind
Saying please; don't let him do that to me
Praying to be born again
In the sickamore tree
Time went on as it always does and his daddy's time had come
How it felt was hard to say
He often wondered how he'd ever make it through
But as they burried him that day - yeah
He realized "It's not my fault"
And as the leaves began to fall
>From high above, in the strong arms of a sickamore tree
You could hear forgiveness in the wind
Sing it out; find the truth and the truth will set you free
Broken chains and a heart on the mend
Neath the sickamore tree
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Ou--------
And like an answer to his prayer
As he watched his child playin'
High above, in the strong arms of a sickamore tree
You could hear a small voice in the wind
Saying please; daddy won' t you come and play with me
In the sickamore tree
The sickamore tree
Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness; forgiveness
Forgiveness will set you free
Forgiveness; forgiveness
