The forsaken woods outlined with wonder
And left you lost in your image
As you brace yourself, you see that you have no defender
Entering the woods, do you believe you will be missed
The disturbing sound of the trees ratcheting in the wind
As the cold wind tickles your neck
The trees reach for the sky as you turn you back to the wind
Last is to easy, your trap by your own wreck
You made these woods,
Breaking down, you lost hope
Surround by friends you believe checking again you see in just figures
Just when all fails, I see you as a flame of hope woods
Scared to death, I take your hand
You may have made these I have a plan
Lets enjoy these forsaken woods and contain together on everyday
