The trees danceLike it is a joyous holidayThe wind touches my faceLike a mother's gentle handThis is a peaceful placeThe creek runsSo graceful, so pas..
Pitter, patterDrip dropThe sounds of rainIt disturbs meIt breaks me from my thoughtsOh those dark demented thoughtsI leave my shadows and I step into ..
I sit in the deep shadowsThinking,Thinking of the past, my futureAnd my heartPitter patterDrip dropThe sounds of water drippingFallingFlowing down out..