I can hear her calling me
Home to our trees
They sing in native tongue
I hear their voices
The moon betrays me to my other half
Calling my true nature forth
I miss my home
Where i began
I miss my other nature
My mirrored half
I know i ran
But the real trees call me home
I can feel their grasp
Their traces on my soul, my heart
My circle calls to me
In borrowed time
I miss my real trees