It wasn't snow that made me cold
No, that winter kept me sane
It was my choice to be alone
A choice I had to make
I find my mind, it wanders here
A place I understand
But I don't think that you will, dear
I don't think that you can

It's in my thoughts, this wooded path
Which helps me to pretend
That lives are without troubled times
And trails are without ends
It's there I walk forever
Where I'll never need your help
It's there, where I find no one else
That I can find myself

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