The place of self reflection Feeding my imagination Escaping neglection Fearing that the worst is yet to come A jungle for my thoughts Despite what i've been taught I still feel alone Footprints of my father guide me on The ground trembles beneath my feet Terror in the distance Mother nature runs away Monasteries left to decay I'm the wanderer Lost in the forest Can you hear me calling? I've run to the creek The hills of the weak Hiding from battle Admitting defeat As I watch the woodland burn I hear the weeps of a kingdom Wiped from the face of the earth All the truths I'm told to concede. Here's where I process what to believe. All of the lies Held deep down inside Drowning my will to survive The place of self reflection Feeding my imagination Escaping neglection Fearing that the worst is yet to come A jungle for my thoughts Despite what i've been taught I still feel alone Footprints of my father guide me on I'm the wanderer Lost in the forest Can you hear me calling?