You pull me through the green woods.
I ask where are we going?
You grasp my hand to show me the way.
I ask where are we going?
Dark hand in light hand woven together.
I ask where are we going?
You thrust aside vines as we run through the forest.
I ask where are we going?
The sunlight turns the canopy golden.
I ask where are we going?
To a magical place,
Where no one will find us,
Where the sun cannot reach us,
Where the leaves give off light,
To show us our path.
To a beautiful place,
Where all that surrounds us is peace,
Where skin does not matter,
Or set us apart.
We go to a new life,
A new world,
Where I can be me,
And you can be you,
And we can be one another.
Where are we going?
To our perfect home.