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My God where have I been? I've spent years in these trees I've been a hundred different men in a hundred different days In the beginning the trees were thin and the sun was so bright it shone in my eyes My shoes held strong against the rocks and the thorns, but now my shoes are torn And my feet have bled on this unforgiving ground I've forgotten the feel of the sun, and my bones are weathered as the branches I've lost my way and I'm losing my sight And yet I refuse to turn around These trees get thicker, the light gets thinner, and my resolve grows It's not something I can describe, nor personify, nor symbolize It is simply my state of existence between these trees And these branches that once seemed so intimidating now streak together in blurs of green And in my solitude I have come to realize To die would be a great adventure From Letras Mania