I have lost the way out from the wood

I have lost the way out from the wood
I wander in damp trees and mossy ways
Till my breath is green as is my blood

I lost  my map but thought I understood
Both how to leave and how to love and play
I have lost the way out from the wood

I say that man is evil under hood
But may be it is better not to say
Till my breath  has gone and I ‘ve no  blood

Opponents must, like evil, torment good
For here’s the war and gone is the delay
We have lost the way out from the wood

In the ancient times, God sent the Flood
Now we have the drought,  hyenas bray
Soon my breath  has gone and I ‘ve no  blood

Looking out, I see a strange delay
People wrangle, tortured, cannot pray
I have lost the way out from the wood