In shy shades of green I come to life
The forests sky lies alone in the night
The wind blows hard just like a sharp knife
And I’m still amazed of the nights great might.

A beast bows at the white shining moon
The trees move back and forth scared of the shadows
We will go back to the beginning very soon
To the graveyard full of whipping widows.

In the still of the night the lake shivers rough
The crow left under the murder crows and flies off
This journey may seem easy, but it’s quite tough
Mostly when the stars and lights turn off…

I reckon I must follow this path
This flow of ideas is dead without light
A primary need it’s what it’s about
In the shy shades of green that come back to life.