LYRIC



The woods are calling me
They set me free
I am the mystery
So full of grace

My soul’s the haze
I am an eagle
I am a wolf
I am the river I am the wind
That shakes the leaves
The air is pure I’m part of it

The air turns cold
I turn into snow
I hit the ground
I am the dust

And I keep running
And I keep flying
I keep on falling
And I keep flowing

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