Who comes to these the woods below,
He lingers there, this much we know,
Has left the city, who wants to live,
There's much to take and much to give?

These woods are dark and silent giving,
Allows the stranger who now is living,
A new beginning now born this day,
Has wandered here what can we say?

Left life worth saving and ran hell-bent,
No care or whim, no angel has sent,
Laughed at illusions he once desired,
An empty shell, humanity retired.

All that the misery and all the pain,
No chance of saving, no going insane,
All hope and guidance was such a fool,
Life promises much but such uncruel.

Feel fresh the air sings, smells so calm,
The sky, the ground, no loud alarm,
Rules screeched inside his little brain,
Here comes the dark, so soothing rain.

Possessions cradled when city born,
His parents cried, and then such scorn,
No friends or family, no hope inside,
The woods cry out, here now to hide.

The new sweet sound of rustling leaves,
No strangers here, no one will grieve,
The chance to face the world's delusion,
It is gone with the wind, no air pollution.

Now here him shy and his soul release,
Found now a place and now such peace,
When comes the master to take his body,
Come blast the trumpets, now nothing shoddy.

Let's cheer the man who walks alone,
His body chilled hard to the bone,
He shakes and knows the hardened ground,
The woods give nothing, now there's no sound.