Into the woods I wander
searching for a special place
that calls to me.
And the trees,
they guide me
to the light within the dark.
To my left a river runs,
and the wind whispers in the leaves
telling me I have found the way.
Though the path is long and dark
and I may never reach the place where my dream lies waiting,
I give myself to the woods,
knowing I am safe at last
for never will the whispers
tell me to go back again.
The dream alive forever more.
And I am free
to wander.