Daydreaming. Picturing world peace and a time when mercy is on everyone's mind. Sad feelings and notions of bad luck have darkened my outlook and stolen my time. Believe me, I know, I know it's true, we're a step from the animals. And conscience has not got much to do with the need to survive. But don't let it break your heart or poison your innocence, when nature won't take your part and doesn't make any sense.
'Cause this is the wilderness, where birds steal from others nests, with no thought for its viciousness. No comfort at all. This is the wilderness and I could have you killed, I guess, and make me like all the rest. A slave to it all.
I ponder the fate of the archer who strikes down gods creatures without any need. Will the forest gather together and rise up in anger? That's insane they're just trees. And kids grow up so damn fast today, while most men are children. And ever more rare becomes the case of grace in a woman. But don't let that break your heart or rotten your innocence, When nature won't take your part and doesn't make any sense.
'Cause this is the wilderness, where birds steal from others nests, with no thought for its viciousness. No comfort at all. This is the wilderness and I could have you killed I guess, and make me like all the rest. A slave to it all