The world taught me well to fear the dark
Now when I walk into mine, I hold hands with the trees
They tell me that if you let yourself grow where you're scared
You'll soon see how to stand strong till morning breaks
I'm getting braver in these wintering woods
One shadowy mile at a time
I'm learning that silence isn't lacking,
Its cacophony is rather deafening
But if you let the trees teach you how to listen
You can begin to parse apart its truths
So now love, what does your silence say?