Chapter 7: Woods

I look at the sky As the clouds cover the sun I look at the mountains As the light goes away I look at the world As the sun goes down The flies gather around the trees The leaves fall off the branches I roam in the woods To find the river I stare at the trees far away They stare back at me Nothing is telling me To lose myself in here What am I supposed to do? I wish they would answer The trees remain silent My head is lost Just as the sun rises up I see the pathway to the gates Voices are telling me to come Inside this graveyard The fear is tormenting me As I roam around the graves The dead comes out To take my soul away