Lost In The Trees
Wooden Walls of This Forest Church
I followThe path of a white doeWooden walls of this forest churchProtect me from falling snowAnd what have I learnedThe coward is so concernedIf the sun will come out and burnAll who went out of turnAnd I think that you're aliveYou've done just fineYou don't always have to get it rightGet it right the first timeAnd I'll follow
From Letras Mania