Deep inside the forest is a door into another land,
Here is our life and home,
We are staying, here forever in the beauty of this place all alone,
We keep on hoping...
Maybe, there's a world where we won't have to run, and
Maybe, there's a time we'll call our own,
Living free in harmony and majesty,
Take me home,
Take me home.
Walking hand in hand where every living thing is beautiful
Why must it have to end
we are saying here togetyher in the beauty of this place all alone
The Dying message
maybe
