I creep away to the woods at night,
To hide myself from the burning bright-
Glare of the sun that reaches for me,
With intent to burn away any hope I foresee.
I know that if the woods may hold me,
With the sounds and echoes that lie beneath the trees,
Then I shall find serenity,
With the souls of all those who subsist free.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
I creep away to the woods at night,
To hide myself from the burning bright-
Glare of the sun that reaches for me,
With intent to burn away any hope I foresee.
I know that if the woods may hold me,
With the sounds and echoes that lie beneath the trees,
Then I shall find serenity,
With the souls of all those who subsist free.
