The Forest

Oh I have a feeling
I’m gonna celebrate a season of wanting
And I see it bends the lines
Between what is beautifully haunting
Though I have the spirit
I know that I could never build a forest
Take surprises in the night
That follow me like wolves to the backroom
Look up there
What was that?
I can’t even make out the sounds
I belong with the sun gently rising
I belong in the wind simply shining on
Lately I have been among a multitude of visions
It’s time I stand strong
And make my very own decisions
Though I have the spirit
I know that I could never build a forest
I belong with the sun gently rising
I belong in the wind simply shining on
Run spirit run
Run with me through the forest