Speak To Me Gently
Eric Owyoung / Future of Forestry
Sadness and rhyme
These are the times
These are the memories
We find a way
Pushing through the day
So speak to me gently
Can you just feel the time
Falling from some place new?
Can you just feel the sign?
Love waits for you
Love waits for you
I'm searching the stars
In desperate hours
Bound to find meaning
God shows a face
In this desolate place
And tenderness meets me
Stories untold
Of redwoods grown old
Reside in the forest
And there you can hear
A whispering tear
That speaks into our loneliness