It'll be okay
Lost in trees and time and
Rooting up the old,
The pace of temporary solace
Want to find the
Stretch of time when
Nothing stings of loss
We move out of the
Drifts and onto
Firmer ground at last
Lost in trees and time and
Rooting up the old,
The pace of temporary solace
Want to find the
Stretch of time when
Nothing stings of loss
We move out of the
Drifts and onto
Firmer ground at last