Finding the pieces and wanting to build again
Do I build me? Do I build them?
Who am I and where have I been
I've come to tell the story; the one from within
Seeking oh seeker. These wood are gone
This story, the fawn. A glass seen through mourn.
Where have you gone, return to us now!
You cant have me
Eyes wide open; sing for my soul
I rise from these woods, I seek from these shadows.
Grazing sounds against metal throngs
The time is coming, who will you be
I don't know, I DON'T KNOW!
Find your story, the rise and seek
Strums along this lake I seek, the virtue of life. My vengeance i/s meek. Find me in the sounds of the tales over head. I shall rise. I am here. The story is me