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.