The Forest

When we went off away from the forest

We did travel far to get a taste of so much more

We dug up the roots of all the stories

Put 'em in a pot

And brought them to a firey road

We fed on these things without a worry

Never gave a thought to

The coming of the winter storm

Gone away gone away what was yesterday

Make a meal make a bed tuck your feet in

Rested elbows twice on a table can be nice

But the comforts they can be deceiving

The seasons are not what they once seemed

The berries all are green though summers

At a fine high crest

We lifted our shirts up in a hurry

Reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest

We slept up all the fat

But there'd be no more of that

'Cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopies

Swinging tails from trees

We could gathered what we need

Give away what we had our first share of

But now the forks and knives with the sacrifice

We could bare only some can believe in

When we in turn we find all the leaves had died

Had we all gone away for a such a long time

We are a like so sweet and enough to eat

But now it's all just bones

And a long way away from home