The Enchanted Forest

Years of abuse feed a wound that enters the deepest trenches of one's own spirit. One's sense of worth; sense of reason, and rationale become ravaged.
So many times, so many invalidating things are said and then forgotten... The effect lingers, and eventually consumes. Yet through it all, it is, and will always be the thirst of mankind to find the one... The one who takes the pain away.
...Pray the cycle ends.
Don't you know you're a sinner boy?
Don't you know?
Well I was told their world was great it was I who brought the rain
Now the silent shadow's my best friend psychology of pain
Dreams I had now so far away
Dreams of the estranged
You know I feel the pain
Why can't I hide?
Don't you know you're a wasted life now?
Don't you know?
The wasteland of my mind was yours
And you hindered sinless dreams
The dreams I had I thought was gold
Just a fool's gold maybe
In the end I'll suffer the pain of knowing
My life would never be
You know I feel the pain
Why can't I hide?
You know it still remains
Why can't I hide?
Now the pain I felt inside was made real
And it's taken hold of you
But if I could take back every word I said
Then believe that's what I'd do
Put your hands in mine now I need to feel the Warmth of your embrace
Put your hands in mine now together we'll fly
I'll trust you guide my way
Recorded at Random Design Studios.


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