I think I was depressed when I wrote this |
Alone I feel alone I feel the silence that creeps around me I see nothing; nothing that involves noise or movement I am lonesome in this world As I turn the corner of a street, I see nothing but the road ahead of me No cars, or loud noises Only the noises of the woods dead ahead As I enter the woods I hear small things Like animals chewing on food Or the wind that screeches like a child I walk deeper and deeper into the woods And the deeper I walk, the darker it gets I feel afraid as the rain pushes down on me I have no place to run; I have no place to hide And yet I feel alone The thunder growls and the lightning hurls And it makes me feel more scared I need somebody, anybody So I scream for help, and yet none came I scream louder and louder each time, yet nobody hears me I am alone The storm gets closer, and closer And more harsh and dank I sit by a tree and I sit alone I hug my knees and saying the silliest things to reassure my self I wish my beloved would come for me I wish he came with me I need protection, and yet I don’t have any None can protect me from this world I start to get colder as I lay on the wet ground The rain whipping at me as if I were a slave I lay there, and I cry although it won’t do any good You can barely see my tears from the rain “What is this world?” I thought. “Nobody is here and it’s just me.” The next morning I arose and see the woods in the sunlight Still cold, hungry and wet, I lay there Then I see a shadow; a shadow of a young man And then I see a face, a very familiar face Can my eyes deceive me? Am I dreaming? No. ‘Tis you. And you came and saved me So I was alone with nobody there But until that moment I was not alone I am not afraid anymore nor am I alone You carry me all the way to the village and took care of me You had saved me All thanks to you |