Run through the fields,
Dance in the open patch in the forest of dreams.
Children laugh and echo through the moonlit city of trees.
She watches me, The Moon, quietly, up in her peaceful gaze on the world.
There lies a log, from a fallen giant of the woods.
I sit, and play a soft, warm melody from my guitar, and listen to it resonate through the night.
Everything is at peace tonight, The Moon hangs bright, the music is soothing.
Saving me wasn't easy, but whatever happened worked.
Free again, free at last.
My words are soft spoken.
Music speaks louder then my words ever could.
