Inside The Forest
Skydog Music
Breath in our forest breeze
Hear as she sings
The woodland matron
With her fingers upon the maple lyre
Hear the cries of the distant child
Hear the cries of the distant child
He looks a lot like me
He looks a lot
He looks a lot like me
He looks a lot
The breeze embraces my face
No more sensation
The distance has grown, feeling of desperation
Within isolation
I sense the clover in the bark, as I take a deep breath
And the, sensation returns. (It returns (x4))
Returns (x3)
He looks a lot like me (x3)