The Wood In Me Lyrics
And rocky patesDo create the landscapeOf my previous experiencesWhich form the lonely wayOf my lifeNow step by stepI try to continueAgain towards my futureWaiting to find any green meadowIn which some wellStanding rainbow grows upWho shows meThe right way?I try... I try going onBut in every minute that I walkIt wearies more to continue my wayAnd if I stop for a minute to breatheWhen I want to undertake my runningMy body weights as a trunkMy legs are rigidFrom my feet grow some roots upThat penetrates in the puddle groundMy arms strech as branchesMy fingers are bitter fruitsAnd my mind doesn't understandWhy all these changes are happeningMotionlessMotionlessMotionless in the middle of this wayI feelI feelI feel that somebody liesIt comes to meIt comes to meIt comes to me floating, dancing with the windThey are the shadowsThey are the shadowsThey are the shadows of my pastThey haveDone this to me
Golgotha The Wood In Me
