In the forest of shadows
Past the valley of cries
I search for that door that opens
My special place inside
Once in there, let go, be free
Forgetting all the trouble you ever brought to me
Screaming and crying are now in my past
For anything that happens, I know it won’t last
But as for the rest;
I’m sorry, I did my best
Anyways don’t mourn, don’t worry
For this isn’t a sad story
In fact it’s a victory, of sorts
Well, at least I won’t suffer from anymore hurts
So in my dying bed I’ll remember what I said
‘No more lies, No more stories
I’m relieved of all my worries’
And in me I will always keep that little poem I wrote for me
“In the forest of shadows,
Past the valley of cries
I search for that door that opens
My special place inside…”
