Deep In The Forest by Keenhouse
This is where we play
Forest, forest
This is where we play
Forest, forest
Between the plants I have a little shelter
This is where I play, just left of what you see
Behind my house there is a great wall
Thoughts of freedom piled up
When I look behind all ground will disappear
endlessly lost where light turns off its glow
Left is high, what's right will be low
Still I want to see how we've met at all
Paint it black and white, write a poem on the stone
To brake it all down before you come around
Power to the soul and no one'll ever know
Where we hide at night
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