Countless days,
Endless nights.
Stuck inside this wood,
All alone, no one near,
Until you...you appear,
Such beauty yet misunderstood.
You walk by,
I follow,
Not alone, yet so hollow,
All you ask is why.
In this snowy wood,
Leave I could,
Leave I should,
But something calls me.
Leaving you in this wood,
Hiding beneath your hood,
Would be being alone once more,
Staying will mean I won't be anymore.
You walk next to me,
I walk next to you,
In this snowy wood,
Our dreams come true.
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