Espers
Daughter
On, in the woodsTalking branches will protect youFather, come and seeI'm old enough to fight 'til my own deathI'm not your favorite woodI'm not to go in your woodHide beneath a hoodThe winding sheet of warmth and comfortFather, come and seeA moment enough to have a jamboreeI'm not your favorite woodI'm not to go in your wood
From Letras Mania