The Secret Of The Woods

There is the secret of dry woods

The world of tales and different moods

Asylum for lost souls like mine

A place to meet the end of times

I try to scream, but all keep silence

And echoe ruchs between the trees

It breaks my mind with sounds of violence

Becomes the terror of my dreams

The hidden images stare

This feeling I can not share

The sky blackens above my head

And only the trees look upset

Strange shiver runs on my weak back

I hear the sounds of decay

Go back, to the life where you came from

I have to stay on my own

My palms will be touched with the soil

Because I can't rise any more

The woods, they will save

The stones of my grave

And spirits will sing

Their lullabies to me

The secret of the woods

And spiritual moods

In finding the rest

Of any new guest