Dreams of mountain streams
And washing trees in the wind.
Let me leave this world
And start anew again..

Off I set with not much to tote.
Getting lost among the trees,
The mind has little to quote.
But here and there it shall roam,
Looking deeply for a small forest home.

One morning I cracked my door
And let the wind come in.
It sang songs of freedom
And hope for mankind.
But all alone a small man cottage,
Chirping songs of a free bird
But no one to hear the rhyme..

i

I am as a neanderthal, extinct amongst the horde
Sipping off the lonesomeness, mine life hast brought aboard
Paining in mine own groans, is none here to observe?
I guess mine shallow lamenting is unevident, toss me to the bird's

ii

And let the vultures prey on me, not like mine meat isn't pecked
I know I'm not the only one, to give up his last breathes's
I guess I'll just listen to led Zeppelin, and forget the rest......
As the rain downpoor cometh down, I feeleth a weird zest....

i've never let go of your hand, even when you don't have the strength to hold mine