Through The Woods

Over the hills and through the forest
We turn around and I am there
In our mind,
In your heart I hold you
Only to never let go

Flurish said he, the day is young
Go and be young, wise and enjoy
For you can never expect when you will die

Death be gone, banished from my soul
Deep within I yearn
To collapse on your body
While we sleep.

Terror grips
As I wake
To notice
That
I am alone
Oh so alone.

Written By: James Steadman