under the forest is where i lie
living half truths just to get by
and when my race is all but run
my life has flashed beneath this sun
and as the needles fall like rain
to doped to recognize this pain
a broken heart only time will mend
that or the embrace of a true friend
but as those are hard to come by
i will just stay in my forest, where i lie

tears falling like leaves from an oak
crying, they seem to be just dust and smoke
and the circle will go on with no end
wrongs never righted, nothing to amend
and as the sky weeps the sun doesn’t comfort her
while the mortals live their life in a blur
of sound and speed
of passion and greed
all the while i just lie
in my forest under the sky.