Lost it in the forest

I lost the art of ancestors
the spirit and the soul
I lost in the forest where heat and sins grow

Far warned was I by all the elders that surround me
yet deaf were my ears  as my eyes listened to the noise

The rhythm was entrancing, trapped had I become
I traded my innocence to capture what wasn't mine

The beats pleased my entire being
but I was naive and slow

before I had knew it, others had joined in
where they had come from I have no clue
but with push and shove I realized there was no more room for me

I stepped out of the forest and looking back I noticed
I lost the art of the ancestors
my spirit and my soul
I lost it in the forest where the heat and sins grow

I should have listened, the empty feeling inside me ebbs
a constant reminder of what I had lost
yet I long to return and snatch what never was  mine
but there is no more room for me
not with the others there