Through The Forests I Walk
|Walking through black forests of forgotten realms,
Trees are twisting, dying, frozen eternally in a confused stance.
The leaves fall like the tears they've cried.
Hearts struggle broken by life.
I can feel their pain but I cannot deny my own.
I'm tired of losing my leaves, So I search endlessly for an elder tree,
One forgotten in the progression (regression) of man.
There must be something else I'm missing or haven't yet found.
It seems as though we suffer for we have forgotten the way.
We have chosen the night and forsaken the day.
We have strayed from our paths and cannot find the way.
Confused by a world we have created ourselves,
So we look forward to afterlives of Heaven and Hell.
Secure delusions to make any sense.