Forest
Pieces of me still linger there
In that place I can hate the most
and now I feel I must go back
to the forest to meet with my ghost
The trees will be crying
for what they have witnessed
The wind will hold still with my secret
The poor birds will never sing again
for they were rendered speechless.
I'm sure they hear my screaming
and observed your sickening act
You stole the best part of me
I was only twelve
and I can never have it back.
In that place I can hate the most
and now I feel I must go back
to the forest to meet with my ghost
The trees will be crying
for what they have witnessed
The wind will hold still with my secret
The poor birds will never sing again
for they were rendered speechless.
I'm sure they hear my screaming
and observed your sickening act
You stole the best part of me
I was only twelve
and I can never have it back.