There was a small girl
Who lived in a forest...

A wise man once told me a million times
That friendship is something...

Amid the trees of autumn's fall
The blazing red of fire's wall...

Meet me at the end of my story
So then the prying eyes cannot find us...

The world is a funny place
Full of riddles and mistakes...

The silent voice
The chosen choice...

When my world's consumed in darkness
Shouldn't I just close my eyes...

I know in my heart
Love is regretful...

As the delirious game passes by
The pieces move forward only an inch...

My cheeks were burning
My heart was beating...

Of tales of love and hope
There is not one that I have favored...

I see the girls
And the boys...