alaska

"Dancing in a swirl,

Of golden memories,

The loveliest lies of all,

We are but wayward leaves, scattered to the air by an indifferent wind.

Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history lies a place that few have seen - a mysterious place called the Unknown, where long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood.

Come, wayward souls And wander through the darkness There is a light, for the lost and the meek Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten When you submit to the soil of the earth

Grow, tiny seed You are called to the trees Rise till your leaves fill the sky Until your sighs fill the air in the night Lift your mighty limbs And give praise to the fire