All the good things I want I want to hold in my hands And all the things I don't know That I want to understand These are the things that push me forward And at the same time bring me down I am running through a forest With rocks and branches on the ground But I will run for the joy that I will reach And I will fall and feel the pain of defeat But I will rise and wipe the dirt from my brow And I will run through the forest With rocks and branches on the ground And at night the ravens crow The buzzards circle o'er my head They await my destruction When I lay me down to rest But I will not fear the dark The enemy and his teath And I will run through the forest Even when my death they may seek And I will run for the joy that I may reach And I will fall and feel the pain of defeat But I will rise and wipe the dirt from my brow And I will run through the forest When the enemy is lurking 'round I will run for the joy that I may reach And I will fall and feel the pain of defeat But I will rise and wipe the dirt from my brow And I will run through the forest When the enemy is lurking 'round I will run through the forest With rocks and branches on the ground