Deep in the forest I unclothe myself Unwrap the canvas from my left foot; right foot Step into layers of cotton, silk and wood To be alone here is not similar to back then
Walk over to the dimly lit branches And climb inside the home waiting for me Made of mud, sticks, rocks, moss, branches And inside a carved chair sits entirely still
I roam the woods at once when my eyes are stirred from sleep I lay my palms upon the bark of wild berry trees And **** the nectar from the queen of all the bees Finding comfort in a nature both the dry spells and the steam
My body is not a temple, my body is not a trap My body is cells and bones and skin With love inside of that
Nature nurtures to my heart, my soul is kept miles apart So only in the deepest woods will I unseal the soul I struck With golden chains and silver locks to save me from the world The suffering of the world
I stay inside the woods today, I stay inside the woods tomorrow I have not forgotten the woods at all, although my heart has been hallowed I hide between the bushes and I sit in the carved chair The one that you carved for me years ago and decided to put in there
Things are weary since you've gone, left the forest all alone But I still feel your spirit flying near me as it has been all along
Deep in the forest I soothe my own wounds I treat my own burns, I pick my own scars But only once they have fully healed
I am all the things I do to others until others disappear And then I am what's inside of me and that's what you'll find here