IsisMother

I saw you standin' there With the pain in your eyes The bruise in your hair I saw you standin' there Broken hearted ready for mendin' Knockin' on my door Would you listen if I told you That I still loved you Would you listen if I told you That I still need you Would you listen Would you listen There once was a girl With raven black hair Living her life like nothin' was wrong The sun bouncin' off skin so fair Full of life nothin' could touch her Sweet as a sparrows' song Would you listen if I told you That I knew you were in danger Would you listen if I told you That I knew you needed salvation Would you listen Would you

The air was crisp, scented of pine and ice, and animalistic purity - untouched by human hands. Trees rose from crystalline snow, majestic towers that held the sky at bay. Each tree was an ancient fortress, no young and foolish saplings daring to gain territory between their elders gnarled roots. Wind bled whispers through their branches, knocking clumps of snow free in soft piles. Silence rules the forest like an orchestra. Trees and snow and winds and animals alike all kept this peace undisturbed. The Earth was old enough here to command that respect. In places grown by some ancient power or by Earth herself, the great trees grew in per