Oh don't you know how dark the forest grows
Proud traveller, a million miles from home
Buried in your soul is a fire so warm
It quells all the demons, at least until dawn
I planted a new seed every mile or so
Rustic old landmarks by the time you grow old
Followed your footsteps into the sun
Planted you a forest so you can walk on
Don't you be tempted by any steel cage
And don't let your passion die as you age
You're not meant for a life on the run
You and the forest will soon become one
Sorrowful infants and mothers of scorn
Crowd all those cities you've passed by before
Glistening doves and love's lightning spear
Reveal the bends in the trail you hold dear
Their machinery grinds like a mad wolverine
As smokestacks pollute the birth of a spring
Don't look back on the damage they've done
the bleakest of winters still sees the sun
When your time passes don't cry or sigh
Just stay with the trail til the last breaths of life
Turn your body into cold winter stone
Heed the season's changes, you're not yet old
Life on the Run - a song about naturalism, by VladM