Whispering branches Twisted my chances Walking in circles in a forest of light The rivers reflection Melochromatic A trickling that mimics the laughter of children A great comfort in emptiness The blanket of your loss The presence of your worth Eternal disappointment A path made by man Dragging the footsteps of noone Quieting the joyful squander of the birds The visions beneath them From below their nest A pale cloud gently covers the sun A great comfort in emptiness The blanket of your loss The presence of your worth Eternal disappointment In the midst of the silence Corrupted by violence The shadow rests it's weary head Wept until pruned It's body assumed The position of defeat forever Walking circles in a forest light