They send an owl with whispers in her eyes.   She said red forests waited breathlessly, it is time.   Oh what a life we live held together by string,   Never knowing what each day will bring.   But there is beauty in the darkest of things.   And there is hope in the insane.   And all of the things that brought you down   Just may raise yuo up again.   The coldest breath is draw just before the sun   when you crave the touvh of the unknown someone   Red forests call on you to run away.   To lie quietly down and sink into the clay.