She walks in the woods Moon full dark cold Tress standing still, not a word stillness of cold words of Love.... Blood flows in her mind will he find her here hold her again. No love  can be so mad running so hard her mind of madness. As he tells her lies in the sky. Hidding in the darkness. Deep in the woods never  be found ... As she sleeps at night thinking of him in the sweet summer night . The moon shinning . A tear falls from her eyes , His mood is dark takes her long and hard she loves him and can not stop loving him... She walks in the wood with a full Moon dark clod Tress standing still, not a wrod stillness of cold wrods of love.