Monsters in the Woods
by Emma Fertig
The shadows shine from the trees
The monsters, they want me to leave.
And I whisper,
I whisper again and again
The silent words of a prayer, amen.
The scarceness of lovers that walk here
The haters that travel, they are near.
The dreamers, the wakers,
The lovers, the haters.
Who do they know,
How do they show?
The monsters, they want me to leave.
And I whisper,
I whisper again and again
The silent words of a prayer, amen.
The scarceness of lovers that walk here
The haters that travel, they are near.
The dreamers, the wakers,
The lovers, the haters.
Who do they know,
How do they show?