As the roads wind through the darkened forest
The shadows dance with the stories told
Of a family that runs through the leaves
That bounds like the moving hills
The moon is full as the story is told
The clouds hide the secrets
The clock will be frozen, forever timeless in motion
As the hands move like branches in the wind
The darkness in the park gives me peace
As the hands are frozen in place
The silhouettes stop, facing each other
As if in a silent dance
That shows the pain that hides
The abuse that was unleashed
Now they tell what was hid
The secrets they were forced to keep
Hidden away in the black
That little white lie they forsworn
Like the summer surrounded by winter
Hidden deep within the barn
Behind the large darkened church
The bell tolls stop as the clock winds down
And the happy soul hidden away
Slowly dims from white to gray
