Newest version:

The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf-less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re looking for,
With a little love, our green leaves,
Open as before.

Our limbs embrace, as a poem of trust.
Finding a tangled tree, we sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know more.
Here’s the invitation, now wander, and explore.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf-less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re looking for,
With a little love, our green leaves,
Open as before.

My life is likened to the forest dark and pure.
And entering will cost you what you’re looking for.

Older version:

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a poem, about lust.
Finding an erotic tune, we sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know,
Is an invitation, that you, come inside.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, as before.

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