Whispering branches
Twisted my chances
Walking in circles in a forest of light
The rivers reflection
Melochromatic
A trickling that mimics the laughter of children
A great comfort in emptiness
The blanket of your loss
The presence of your worth
Eternal disappointment
A path made by man
Dragging the footsteps of noone
Quieting the joyful squander of the birds
The visions beneath them
From below their nest
A pale cloud gently covers the sun
A great comfort in emptiness
The blanket of your loss
The presence of your worth
Eternal disappointment
In the midst of the silence
Corrupted by violence
The shadow rests it's weary head
Wept until pruned
It's body assumed
The position of defeat forever
Walking circles in a forest light