A Walk Through The Woods
A Walk Through The Woods Walked through melancholy woods by myself I was shattered and battered like a glass cut Searching for voices that spoke to me I searched I searched I searched But I was lost Walked through these woods by myself Crying, screeching and bleeding I tried running home cowardly But the woods were always meant for me And so I walked through these woods nonetheless And I came out shining. -Gayatri