Truth is a forest in the mist

[shapeofthings]

The forest is calling, calling me into
Mossy green depths hung with lichen, with dew,
And the promise of something more pure, more true
Than this life I've been leading with you

The forest is calling, calling me on,
And I'm remembering who I once was
Listen, the river is singing my song,
Oh my sacred spirit, it's been so long.

xoxo