Give me the trees back in my life
I want to see the stars at night
I want to feel the breeze on a long black trail

I want the grassy rolling hills
I wanna walk past the village, on my way home from fighting for my meal

Give me my cold river swill
Give me back my deep woods
Give me back my white-peaked mountains

Get me off this duckie wheel
Give me back my simple life
I want to ride my horse for miles without seeing a single soul
I wanna throw the biggest goddamn party you've ever seen, and only invite the squirrels

I want to relax and enjoy the silence for once
Instead of hearing those market ads and angry shouts
How I'd love to find my way out of this push and shove

How can I hold on forever?
How can I hold on for good?

How can I hold on forever?
How can I hold on for good?

I feel my knuckles getting weak
And my fingers splintering like wood

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 953 AF.