I awoke in a tree on pasture, from its leaves I awoke into a brighter dawn.
The fairy of the forest came into the old room, showering from its blinding light.
We ran into the brush, the violets, and the musty center of our father's heart.
Spiders on the walls, cascading waterfalls and caverns of the strangest feeling.
Pouring from the ceiling, banishing a kneeling fire, we appeared to the eye.
Suddenly, a spark in the aura of a heart away.
Came into a clear array of lonely wood, providing shade in the air.
Then came the night and the skulls, the howling of the wolves.
They cowered in fear, they cowered in fear.
A sun in their eyes, a light calling near.
Wounded in the mountains, healing from the fountain, dry as in the holidays.
Carrying the stones, a boy without a home, a wreck as an unbounded child.
Entering into a time of not knowing till I die.
A sun in their eyes, a light calling near.
Wounded in the mountains, healing from the fountain, dry as in the holidays.
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