• Dashing through the forest,
    Wounded and chased.
    One of the calmest, one of the blindest
    Only wanting to be embraced.

    A drop falls down,
    Looks like a tear.
    Running for freedom,
    Through the damp forest air.

    It gets brighter,
    The vision is clear,
    You hear no footsteps,
    On the fallen leaves.

    The night is gone,.
    Here come familiar paces.
    Now sunshine comes
    Through the branches

    The ground is green,
    Gone is the stalker.
    Now the sky is blue,
    All is laughter.