Sorted

This is the end
Could this be your
Children’s forest dying
Like no other
One eye never closes
Was your lea life golden, gold
Like golden ore
Life golden
Life golden
Oh I feel like I sorted
Something now I can’t hold
Back on to it
Desperate feelings close in
Trapping
Warring
Life golden
Life golden
Oh I feel like I sorted
Something now I can’t hold
Back on to it