The forest

I found a forest
Never knew it was there
I started walking
and breathe the fresh new air
But I think that when I left
I did it without my heart
It's still in there
Now heart and mind is apart
Where flowers and trees
are blooming and are free
my heart is calling
out to reach me
And now I know
my heart is not to show
'Cause it's hiding in the forest
where fruits are worth more than gold
But I'm afraid there's no room
for my heart in there
So I better get it out
before it begins to be teared
apart and struggled
in the light air
If you see my heart
please tell me where
Although I know
exactly where to look
I'm too afraid
to get back what you took
It belongs to you
You gave my heart wings
But unfortunately
leaves can my heart sting
When fall comes
and winter is on it's way
the flowers are dying
and the heart see no escape
Maybe it will be stuck
in the forest where it is
waiting for spring
and your love for again to kiss

breathing* the fresh air (første strofe, vers 4.)
Jeg skriver normalt ikke digte på engelsk, men det skyldes denne gang at jeg spontant begyndte at synge lidt for mig selv, og det var så noget af teksten her der kom ud af munden på mig. Så besluttede mig for at skrive lidt videre på det... Oftest skriver jeg digte på dansk og sange på engelsk. Måske derfor. 😉