We come here as inderviduals
To come and play again
When it's time to say good by
We're never quite the same.

We share so much of this world
with those not known to us
We share our pain our joy our love for this game.
And give undying trust.

When we loss freinds & family of our homeland to the darkness
Never to return
There will always be a light within this forest.
An a place for us to morn.

And through those over cast branches where shadows love to tread
skip the living memories of those now dead.

Light will find it's way and burn the darkness bear.
Leaving us alone with those around who will care.
We feel alone are skin rubbed raw, but never turn away
They stand behind you to your sides, there to gide your way.

So in the forest skip along, gallo,p laugh and play, and when you need to talk, hay man thats ok,
For behind the forest, the grass all wet we stand in the shadow of the gods ready to lend a hand and beat the bad against impossible odd's.

A comminutee is what we are, we're there to lend a hand, to help and spam and make things right any way we can..
So no matter what that big deer did or who moo'd all day night, Who stomped there hooves, jumped out on you and gave you a whopping fright, When every you guys need it were here both day and night.

(Group hug to everyone)