They called me "Crystal Child,"
"Gifted," "Special;"
Like I carried the weight of the world with me...

In my youth, I played between the trees,
My feet running over grass, dipping my toes in swamps
Digging up earthroots, speaking to worms
I lived inside the Heart Tree. It knew my name
I was the boroughs and the canopies
I was the song, every branch was pointed at me.

But now the sun falls to the bitterest shade,
The darkness spreads through the leaves, turning them grey
My name falls from the lips of the Dryads and the Fae
Accusations run wild. I am no longer a part of their plan
I am traitor, betrayer, the woods themselves don't care for me...

God: What did I do so wrong?
I don't know. I can't see
I am blindfolded, ignorant to my own lies
I try my best, and always fall short of your plan....

I beg of you: Let me dream.

Let me dream of running through forests again,
Let me get in touch with your plan. The veins of the trees
Whispering collectively to me. The wolves in the glen
I need to feel your touch again,
Otherwise I'll
Drown, drown, drown
Crushed by the Maker's plan
I'll drown, drown drown
Drown: In the maker's plan
This can't be my hell
A denial of everything that made me whole
A refusal, a lock, purgatory...
Please. Breathe into me again
Lift my body up, reignite my soul
Remind me of what made me feel so whole
God, I know you hear me, so:

Release me from my pain,
Remind me of the golden thread
And breathe into me again...