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Lyrics

Am I healed?
Am I whole?
Or wholly spoiled?
On my shield
with broken bones,
bested by the cold uncoil.

I ache for the forest,
where the trees don't care to know
where I have come from,
Or what I've done.

You think you know something
You don't know anything.
I am not what you've said.
I'm so much more than
rumor and speculation.

I ache for the forest,
where the trees don't care to know
where I have come from,
Or what I've done.

Slandering my name for lesser crimes
than they commit.
Putting your hands where
they aren't welcome,
while you let me call you friend.

I ache for the forest,
where the trees don't care to know
where I have come from,
Or what I've done.