In my forest, a black black road,
Curving through the trees,
Full of splinters dark and fiend.

In my forest, a white white road,
Strait through the wood,
Lightened up pure and clean.

And in my forest a little girl,
That little girl is me,
Walking the woods, neither on the black nor the white.

Cause in my forest there's no black road and no white road,
There is My road, and forever my road will be.