The forests of our soul. 

Let your hands rest in my grip

Let me feel your pulse

Then come a walk with me 

Into the forests of our souls

We seek the meaning of our lives

At every log you'll find

What for years, the holly 

Sacred spirits carved

Into the forests of our souls

We seek the colors of our light

Let's spell those poems

one after the other

While staring at azure

Into the forests of our souls

We seek the seeds of joy

Our own secret forest

Can't hide behind clouds

The sun will always shine

Into the forests of our souls

We seek for love, desires

Those words of ours, nailed

To the logs. Like roots even

The wind cannot wash off

Into the forests of our souls

We find a home to call our own

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