I wish I can go away,
Go far away into the woods,
Into the woods where forever silence prevail.
But the woods are miles away,
Miles away to walk before I sleep,
Sleep deep in the barren woods.
The barren woods that lie still.
Go far away into the woods,
Into the woods where forever silence prevail.
But the woods are miles away,
Miles away to walk before I sleep,
Sleep deep in the barren woods.
The barren woods that lie still.
Above the land of nowhere,
There's a place called somewhere,
I will greet you there.
I'll wait with a bunch of cowslips,
For you to kiss me on my lips,
And seal the secret between our sleeps.
Photo:Freepix Sometimes the thought doesn’t run— it waits. It stands just outside the noise, patient in a way that feels like silence, aski...