We Are the Hunted

The forest green Echoes out yonder Mother Nature gleams Stands next to her father Light trickles down in bright unbroken beams Which calls the angels to climb Saint Jacob's streams The fox runs down in the green grass As the old willows sing their songs of the past You were wrong but I was right And time went on and we took flight The things we say don't mean a thing anymore Anymore Time moves ahead Thinking about its self instead Never to look back Time has no intention here As we learn to disagree A distant ringing in my ears And in the end We learn to live and respect their names Trees rustle overhead We are the hunted And we're running from the noise Within the sounds of the forest Sounds of the forest