The Architect Of The Forest

Father, you see the immensity,
I beg of you - let thy kingdom come
Distant skies of tranquil clouds
Ancient forests that watched me walking by

“I am the light, I am the dark, the imperfection
The teaching, forgiveness and death
The fragile figure that grew from their creeds
I’m the Architect of the Forest
I am who paints their dreams with thin canvas
The singing of the birds and the silence from the tree… hold me
As I lay resting in the grand lake of the life… I saw growing …”

- Father I’m so close, give me from your forest, I wish to perish
And to be just a thorn from the rose
To protect myself from this flawed world… you have created for me

- “You are the thorn from the rose
You are he who shall protect her so you can both… grow…”