The Woods

Silver slivers of moving streams

Moon shadows creeping through these leaves

We fall fleet footed, bolting off

Brisk walker please can we talk

I’m scared of loosing you

In the wild

I cannot rescue you

Before the night

Thick green wilderness

I’m too far

Reaching out above

The tree line

Gripping summer with hands entwined

It’s hard not knowing

It’s what’s left behind

Climbing ladders to leave the ground

I’m scared of loosing you

In the wild

I cannot rescue you

Before the night

Thick green wilderness

I’m too far

Reaching out above

The tree line

I cannot rescue you

I’m scared of losing you

I cannot rescue you

I’m scared of losing you

In the wild

And it’s dense in these woods

And it’s dense in these woods