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
