Where is the green forest garden
that my soul calls home,
the place where I am free to just be,
to run like a child and dance without care?
Is it real? Is it here for me?
Or is it all just a dream, too good to be true?
The wild forest calls me...
I long to be home.
that my soul calls home,
the place where I am free to just be,
to run like a child and dance without care?
Is it real? Is it here for me?
Or is it all just a dream, too good to be true?
The wild forest calls me...
I long to be home.
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