I hear the call to enter
But my fear keeps me at bay
The beauty I see wants me closer
It does though belie the chill in my bones
So I walk forth
Beyond the edge of the witching woods
To find the sirens of the trees
And to look upon their beauty
If not for that first step beyond fear
I would be as rooted as those around me
And life would just pass me by.
But my fear keeps me at bay
The beauty I see wants me closer
It does though belie the chill in my bones
So I walk forth
Beyond the edge of the witching woods
To find the sirens of the trees
And to look upon their beauty
If not for that first step beyond fear
I would be as rooted as those around me
And life would just pass me by.
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