The Forest

I found myself at the beginning again.
The clearing broke into a murky depth
Of soft black pines, old oaks in rain
And undergrowth, stealing my every step.

The clearing broke into a murky depth
I found myself all turned around
And undergrowth stealing my every step
So I leave no trail, no route to be found

I found myself all turned around
But my heart is calm, my spirits sing
So I leave no trail, no route to be found
So continued to walk alone with nothing

But my heart is calm, my spirits sing
So enthralled by this newfound place
So continued to walk alone with nothing
So afraid my eyes would end this space

So enthralled by this newfound place
Of soft black pines, old oaks in rain
So afraid my eyes would end this space
That I found myself at the beginning again.

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