Forest of Forgotten Dreams (to My Land of Glass People)

Walking the forest of forgotten dreams
Looking at the burning leaves
Red flowers grow and lick the trees
Renewing the earth for new possibilities
Old souls leave through the eyes of the sky
To walk the snow hanging in the air

The winter above the earth grows tired
Looking down to the glowing flowers
Kissing the faces of forgotten pictures
The hands of the trees retreat to ash
I run through the beauty of destruction
To my wasteland of the broken

My glass people trapped in their encumber
The frost wrapped around amity
Frozen from the cold hands of the reaper
Winter comes crashing down in ice
Their hearts never felt the warmth of mother
I see it in their crystal eyes

I try to pick them up from the snow
My hands turn a crimson red
As dreams scream into my tired ears
They came from the ashes of the forest
The secrets freed from their prison of wood
The flowers die with the hand of the wind