A lazy day, the summers haze
And the scream
The swaying trees, a gentle breeze
And the scream
The flowing stream, melodies
Then the scream
The day that my, soul arrived
With a scream
Mother won’t you tell me please
Tell me, what is happening to me
For among the pine and oak
The forest heard the sound of
My Screaming Soul
Instant change, blinding pain, frigid stream
The calming sky, a blue goodbye
Clouds of white, and the scream
The sudden light, my soul arrived
With the scream
The day that my, soul arrived
With a scream
Mother please, what is happening to me?
Do not fear, for I am here, with you
The sombre trees, shone sympathy, on me
Oh my God, what is happening to me?
The swaying trees
My soul and me
The gentle breeze
My soul and me
The flowing stream
My soul and me
What is happening to me?
What is happening to me?
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