Another era has come to an end 
You’ll return to where it began 
Wandering at night on Ypres Rd. 
To determine why you walk in the woods alone 

A piece of out history I used to honour 
They disrespected and disgraced 
They took the ground upon which I walked 
And rubbed it in my face 

To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors 
And nothing more 
A path through the woods of my past 
Where I was dragged across a forest floor 

They breathe in the stagnant air 
The poison sky shelters them from the sun 
No exposure, nothing grows 
No one ever wonders what lies beyond 

So set in their old ways 
They could only hope for change 
Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride 
Digging their own graves 

To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors 
And nothing more 
A path through the woods of my past 
Where I was dragged across a forest floor 

I see the truth hidden between the trees 
These tough woods are but delicate forest 
Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity 

Finding comfort in their misery 
They were doomed beyond the reach of help 
Saved only by the unconditional love 
Of hate for a place they couldn’t live without 

All that I hoped to change 
Would not be reversed by words alone 
It would require all of their efforts 
The lack of which was already set in stone 

At a time when I could take no more 
I was dragged across a forest floor 

Sticks and stones 
The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains 
Thorns and Needles 
I pull them out of my skin 
While walking home 

Accept the fact that they’ve missed your point 
Conceal your motives and all your thoughts 
Keep your opinions to yourself 
Give them exactly what they want 

There’s no hope for understanding 
Our differences would not be solved 
For my survival and my sanity 
In time I learned to have tolerance for you all 

Bite your tongue until it bleeds 
Choke down the blood so no one sees 
Fight the tears 
Let them fall within 
While you’re here 
Never let your weakness show 

These woods are full of hope 
These woods are where I walk alone 

Even at times 
When standing still 
Strength and speed 
Still lie dormant within 
You will see me channel the pain 
As blood leaves my core and fills my veins 

These woods are but a forest of metaphors 
And nothing more 

The tall trees above 
They are the ones that exist 
The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet 
The trails of broken branches 
These are the mistakes you make 
The seeds are the ones to be that I push in the earth 
With every step I take