we walk through the forest
we take a step in the light
we never wanna stop
but we have to rest sometimes

i try to stop to tell you
we're almost there
hold on
but in the darkest meadow
no words can be drawn
so we walk
and walk
and walk
until we're tired of the dark
and it's then that i realize
i was walking by a spark

i try to tell you
" it speaks! i speaks!"
but you stare at me and i see you think
nothing speaks in the meadow
only silence guides the weak

but what if weakness
is in the mind?

so i try to bring you to the other side of me
to see the lightning spark
but all you say to me is:
*"it's beautiful in the dark"