In the forest, with leaves on the ground,
Twigs looking down on you,
Spying on you,
Like the birds flying past.
They mock you too.
A little bit of love,
What you want around the corner.
Seems so far away
While you run through the woods.
It used to be so peaceful,
A happy place to be.
Now the snakes are getting closer
And the dove fading away.
It used to be so beautiful
But yet it seems so long ago;
With the memories now overtaken.
Running in the forest
When you should be in the field.
No gaps or cracks to keep you out
And no where to wash it all away.