The Forgotten Lands

The Lands of life,
Are full of strife,
No Way to win,
No way to win.
Yet as you wander about,
You see some good things spewing out...
Where do they come from?
And where can you get some?
A possible end to your gloom.
A whispering Willow,
A hollowed out tree,
A small flower and a bee.
Could it be,
Yes, could it be...
The Lands without pain,
The life without strain.
Yes, I see it now!
It is the untouched land,
A sordid holy land.
It is the Forgotten Land!


Ä ÄÄÄ ÄÄÄThe Exile [die]