Another era has come to an end    You’ll return to where it began    Wandering at night on Ypres Road    To determine why you walk in the woods alone       A piece of out history I used to honour    They disrespected and disgraced    They took the ground upon which I walked    And rubbed it in my face       To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors    And nothing more    A path through the woods of my past    Where I was dragged across a forest floor       They breathe in the stagnant air    The poison sky shelters them from the sun    No exposure, nothing grows    No one ever wonders what lies beyond       So set in their old ways    They could only hope for change    Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride    Digging their own graves       To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors    And nothing more    A path through the woods of my past    Where I was dragged across a forest floor       I see the truth hidden between the trees    These tough woods are but delicate forest    Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity       Finding comfort in their misery    They were doomed beyond the reach of help    Saved only by the unconditional love    Of hate for a place they couldn’t live without       All that I hoped to change    Would not be reversed by words alone    It would require all of their efforts    The lack of which was already set in stone       At a time when I could take no more    I was dragged across a forest floor       Sticks and stones    The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains    Thorns and Needles    I pull them out of my skin    While walking home       Accept the fact that they’ve missed your point    Conceal your motives and all your thoughts    Keep your opinions to yourself    Give them exactly what they want       There’s no hope for understanding    Our differences would not be solved    For my survival and my sanity    In time I learned to have tolerance for you all       Bite your tongue until it bleeds    Choke down the blood so no one sees    Fight the tears    Let them fall within    While you’re here    Never let your weakness show       These woods are full of hope    These woods are where I walk alone       Even at times    When standing still    Strength and speed    Still lie dormant within    You will see me channel the pain    As blood leaves my core and fills my veins       These woods are but a forest of metaphors    And nothing more       The tall trees above    They are the ones that exist    The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet    The trails of broken branches    These are the mistakes you make    The seeds are the ones to be that I push in the earth    With every step I take