In the woods beauty abounds
But your voice is muffled by the wind in the trees
Roots are under my feet
the growth has done away with any path
I stumble out of the woods to the road
The light is better
The mountain ahead may be steep,
But I can hear you now
Urging me on,
Every step
I stumble out of the woods to the road
The light is better
The mountain ahead may be steep,
But I can hear you now
Urging me on,
Every step
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