Deep in the woods, Was where I Heard my name.
To Abandon my dreams, that future fame.
Traveling to the most dense place,
Was where I built my true mane.
Creating my own new boots to lace,
Into the ground my life Ill trace.
To prove to myself I\'m real.
Because It\'s time I found my own pace.
As if nature wanted me to kneel.
It showed me that even a stick wasn\'t lame.
To make me change the way I feel,
So I would think carefully next meal.
A wooden bow with I took aim.
To avoid a serious maim.
Taking out such a grace.
I eliminated It\'s pace.
Swiftly running over, I felt Keel.
Knowing It\'s fate I did seal.