Darkness, that is all I see.
And the only comfort that I can get
are the woods faintly calling out to me.
How did I get here, I don't remember?
But all I know is that I long to be here, that I
need to be here.
I hear the old trees talk back to me.
They tell me secrets, secrets that are
only meant for me.
They call for me to go deeper into the forest.
I can't help but to abide by what they tell me.
So I follow the voices that call out to me and I'll
keep walking until there is nothing else left of me but
a whisper in the wind.
And who knows maybe someday I'll be calling out to you.