Hidden in woods intrepid travellers are we,

searching for the treasures that others can't see,

no longer daunted by our lack of direction,

we carry our shields high for our own protection.

I never carried a sword before you,

before knowing a heart could be pierced through,

if I had I would've put up a better defense,

and relied more upon my own common sense.

And when faced with you all reason is lost,

I rush in completely no matter the cost,

hunter or hunted so the story begins,

unable to stop when caught up in these winds.

I want to live now and slay this strange beast,

to conquer the sorrow my soul can't release,

to wade through the covering of summer's new leaves,

and forget how temptation is the greatest of thieves.

But up ahead in the thickest of branches you know,

is a little blue cabin where travellers go,

who do take a chance when the weather is fine,

to risk it all blindly for one moment divine.