The Forest

Tremble pulsing
Weary eyes
Watching over forbodding skies
Within it, lost, my heart lies
Dormant and convulsing

Lost and hopeless
Is the tale
All senses begin to fail
Wait and see if miracle prevails
In the city of unrest

Swooping and swaying
In the breeze
The lost place of mysteries
In the city of the trees
Last hope is decaying

And yet I find myself
Underneath hopeless reams
Of hope lost and forgotten dreams
It's breaking at the seams
This world of wealth; Failed

If you wish to see your strength to cope
Come and visit if you dare
And see how your will will fare
In this decaying, deserted nightmare
Lies the last ounce of hope

The lonely skies beckoning you to breach
Stark against the lonley skies
It's radiance is despised
The truth within it lies
Just beyond your reach

If your will begs to hone
Slowly streach out your hand
For hope is in high demand
In this decaying land
Where memories turn to stone