Sing to the Pines

Why is it that
Everything I touch
Turns to black
I sing to the pines
Of this
Dear, dear forest of mine

What is it you know?
Why is it so?
Why do you care?
How cold the weather
Is out there
It's hard to
Fathom

And so I sing to the wind
And I'm flying homeward
To the pines



Credits
Writer(s): Enzo Garcia
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