In this ancient cities shadow.

Lies a forest older still.

There are secrets in the silence.

Amidst kind words kill.

You come from fame and fortune.

Where privilege has high price.

Me? The spotlight hasn’t shone.

I’m still so quiet, twice as nice.

There are changes, felt them coming.

You can smell it in the air.

Stand here in the woods at night.

There are whispers if you dare.