But with the snowfall//Peace comes to call//And feels nearly the same way...
Found Peace
I ought to have found peace//This breath has become a sign...
Wilder Still
Wild is the path that lay before//But the heart is wilder still...
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
Made to be Trees
Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
Sticks and Silhouettes
See nothing but sticks and silhouettes - know nothing but the next step...
