REASONS FOR THE BEAR
(24.3.2025)
Deep in the silent forest in the wild land,
where shadows dance and trees stand,
there wanders of being strong and grand,
bearer of secrets, the ruler of the land.
Through peaks and winding streams,
in the moon’s cold silver beams,
life ain’t always what it seems,
cracks appear in our youthful dreams.
Our hearts are breaking soul to soul.
No path is straight through ancient pines,
found by secrets bound by town,
rocks on shoes fingers in brown,
they search for reasons on and on climb the line.
Mountain high and valley low,
sweat and blood start to flow.
No path is straight through ancient pines,
found by secrets bound by town,
rocks on shoes fingers in brown,
they search for reasons on and on climb the line.
We pass straight through ancient pines,
as finder by secrets bound by time,
rocks on shoes fingers in grime,
they search for reasons on and on climb the line.
Mountain high and valley low,
sweat and blood start to flow,
searching for what we don’t know,
through life’s raging undertow.
Shadows cast dark tales untold,
for truth from the ages old,
in the wild sanctuary deep and bold,
where hearts are breaking soul to soul.
No path is straight through ancient pines,
found by secrets bound by town,
rocks on shoes fingers in brown,
they search reasons for the ruler of the land.