I thought the trees were listening when i told them about my life
And maybe the wolves were sensing my presents way deep at night
I guess the ocean was singing with their small waves and cold whitecaps
And the sun was beating down on me, forming a wide map
I thought the wind was playing, when I felt blue
And somehow, when i was mad, the dead grass knew
Nature, I suppose, was watching around me
But I still believe God's goin to set me free
