Common Ground
In the blackness of the woods
Where light is hard to come by
searching for the understanding
we both yearn for
we find a meadow
the darkest of the forest
we stop and sit
under the tree of forgotten dreams
and then we keep going
Though the deary trees
and make it out
into the warm sun of a common ground
Where light is hard to come by
searching for the understanding
we both yearn for
we find a meadow
the darkest of the forest
we stop and sit
under the tree of forgotten dreams
and then we keep going
Though the deary trees
and make it out
into the warm sun of a common ground