Out deep in the forest,
where I thought I could hide.
Friends and family I though I could abide.
Down deep in my arms is where I hide my face,
Because I know I'm lost, and cannot find my place.
Looking at the mountains and the sea,
I know that's the place to be.
Looking out where I live today,
On the court is where I play.
I shall not hide nor cry,
This thing will help me get by.
This darkness is my life,
My family, like a knife.
Look at me, standing here,
Waiting for my friends to re~appear.
Thanks to them I can live my dream,
Shining like stars as a nice light beam.