She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest-and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. She reminds us of what we used to be. She reminds us of what we could be
She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest-and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. She reminds us of what we used to be. She reminds us of what we could be
She fell into darkness
And many thought she was gone...
But it was in the darkness
that she learned to see...
And when she came back
Into the light
She no longer needed her eyes
They were for hum...