The Tree

The calm from the storm in the head of delight
I ask in the middle of the twilight
not to bring me no more pain
no more sorrow
from the land of the waking
the land of the dead
to which i know see in my head
souls that have been harmed
souls that have been lost and found
by a tree in the woods
thats where you will find me
tacked up in my life
jacked up
like the light in the sky
the colors so bold and bright
just like the endless night
of the 2 souls left behind
its the tree of life
the tree of death
that keeps you wondering in the night
one helpless
hapless soul...