White Woods

Roaming the streets at night Wandering stars will light This path to freedom's fight Until the dark will rise Where do we go When death comes walking knocking on our door At home Slowly we reach the light Beyond these words of white When we are so stood in night To make winter's morning skies Death comes and goes Across the lonely landscape of our lives Untold Sun it's never too late To find it's twisted fate Now that you're living on your own I'll go where the free birds flow You don't need to plan for me I sold my soul for free Sorry eyes better be told You're as right as life unfolds Once was a poet and a write Living inside my head One never spoke to the other But they still made their bed And laid on gazing high Praying which would tell Upon there's reason why Upon this sure he fell