A walk into the woods, any woods,
Singing will change all the moods.
I'll fly into the woods to escape,
And while there I shall rape,
And when we become eighty,
Our love for each other will be; maybe?
I see you in crowds when you aren't really there,
I hear your voice, see you in other faces, but where?
If when I am through living on this earth,
Would it be questionable as to the worth?
If you are sad remembering me,
Then you never really knew me.