To Many Men Have Cried

The morning air turned silver, from the mist The trees stood quiet, holding up the sky This calming serenity unclenched my fist As I came to this forest, wanting to die Collected dreams still haunt me, from the war The eyes of those I held, crying aloud The cold of their skin stays forevermore While I wear survival's guilt, a dark shroud Today, came to invite death, free the pain but, this forest grabbed me, with a wolf's call And chilled my spirit, what little remained To release demons, that made my soul crawl A voice soft I heard, to say it's alright Leave this place, you can now welcome the night Dedicated to Robert