Tsingy

Far from the roads of Madagascar,
A forest made of stone stands tall.
A thousand towers cut the skyline,
A world unlike the one I've known.

One more step, a little higher,
Then the valley opens wide.

Tsingy, rising to the sky,
A thousand blades of stone so high.
Tsingy, where the wild winds blow,
There's a world so few will ever know.
Step by step, I found my way,
Past the stone into the light.

I crossed a bridge between the towers,
With silver ridges far below.
The sunlight danced across the limestone,
And painted gold on every stone.

Tsingy, rising to the sky,
A thousand blades of stone so high.
Tsingy, where the wild winds blow,
There's a world so few will ever know.
Step by step, I found my way,
Past the stone into the light.

I reached the highest ridge at sunset,
The stone forest stretched beyond my sight.
A thousand peaks beneath the golden sky,
Their shadows growing in the fading light.

No picture ever showed it true,
No road could lead me to this view.
And when the evening turns to gold,
This place will stay with me wherever I go.

Tsingy, rising to the sky,
A thousand blades of stone so high.
Tsingy, where the wild winds blow,
There's a world so few will ever know.
Step by step, I found my way,
Past the stone into the light.