The trees you once told me to follow home...
You told me to burn them to my memory,
so that I would always be able to find my way home.
Now I'm lost, momma.
Places of only memory now.
Outside the gate.
Stuck on the wrong side.
Nothing feels right.
Giants that once stood so tall and guarding.
Cut down as if they had never been.
Momma, I can't find my way home.
The trees are gone.