doors. Stream banks are lined with vacuum bags. Flowers reside with filthy rags. A family of deer were happy that. The clearing looked like a laundry mat Broken household appliance national forest
Came upon an ancient forest. A guiding power that led me there. Walking through the mystic forest. The legend tale of times gone by Once its whisper in the black night. Reflection deep in wooded
I’m finding my path towards the dream. Where things we touch can get agleam. But forest and sea, no boundary between those two. In this maze my west is you. When the sun is going down all I know is
Oh, give to me a winding stream, it must not be too wide. Where waving leaves from maple trees do meet from either side. The water must be deep enough to float a small canoe. With no one else but
Song Forest Ablaze - Greywind. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. An angel wakes me, rids the burden of a hangman's fate, clear those eyes. I've played with gasoline and lit it now
Find myself beside a stream of empty thought. Like a leaf that's fallen to the ground. And carried by the flow of water to my dreams. And woken only by your sound Alone I've walked this path for
