Light is so black at the darkest crust.
Flowing through the trees you hear a full moon breeze.
Life is precious, time is short.
I see you sitting there waiting to find your higher worth.
I am here.
I am here now.
I seek for you through the thickest cloud.
I can feel you now, though you may not know my name.
I am the green of the leaves on the trees,
With the will of the beast.